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Jason looked at his best friend and shook his head, a mixture of pity and annoyance passing through his sharp eyes. Hiram let out a heavy, exhausted sigh, pinching the bridge of his nose as he watched his sister's retreating figure. It was entirely clear to them that Vivica wanted to get rid of Brooklyn because of Preston. She wasn't fighting a janitor; she was desperately attempting to destroy the nominal wife who had hijacked the honeymoon suite she had custom-designed. In Brooklyn’s office, as her watch ticked to 17:45, Brooklyn neatly packed her designer handbag and quickly stepped out of her office. She drove straight through the afternoon traffic to Dr Barbara Leroy, the Forensic Psych

Brooklyn I moan as Kir suddenly goes from being the receiver to fully in charge. His fist is tight at the back of my head, tugging my hair and guiding my wet mouth up and down his throbbing, huge dick. He grits his teeth, his ass rising from the chair as he literally starts to fuck my mouth. I am soaked. "Show me," he mutters, his eyes blazing with black fire. "Play with that messy, greedy little cunt while I fuck your pretty mouth, babygirl."

All those years of watching her act so sweet and delicate, all those times I rushed home to check on her while leaving my true mate alone in the dark, it was all built on a disgusting, pathetic lie. My hand feels dirty just touching her neck. I open my fingers and release her throat. Enid drops instantly, collapsing onto the hard stone floor in a sobbing heap of silk fabric. She clutches her bruised neck, wheezing loudly as she tries to suck air back into her lungs, her body trembling with violent sobs. I step back from her, looking down at her like she is a complete stranger, a venomous snake that managed to trick me into holding it for years.

“What—let me go!” Vincent turned so he was face-to-face with her and sneered, his arms holding her impossibly tight. “Don’t you dare fight this, Brooklyn. You promised to do whatever it would take to see this company succeed.” “I’m not doing this, Vincent. We’re not even married yet, so you can’t make me do this.” “Not yet, my dear,” Vincent’s smile looked like he was losing his mind. “But that’s why you’re here.” Brooklyn’s eyes pinched together in confusion before Vincent nodded to Lacy, who was observing from behind them. She stepped away for a minute and when she came back, there was a paper and pen in hr hands.

"I'm Kirstie, that asshole's sister." "You didn't offend me, don't worry," Brooklyn assured. "You made a mistake, it's nice to meet you." "This is my ma- Mac," Kirstie coughed. "Mac, my boyfriend." Brooklyn smiled at Mac who nodded politely. "It's er... great to meet you and all, but I'd rather it be when I'm not in just a tshirt- wait!" Brooklyn spun round and narrowed her eyes at Harry. "Did you change me! While I was asleep! And vulnerable! And unable to give consent!"

The air was thick with betrayal, as dread settled heavily in Brooklyn’s chest. “No!” She yelled. “Who is this tramp he’s with?!” Dean was not just her fiancé; he was the man she envisioned building her life with. But the screen captured a reality that felt overwhelmingly undeniable. Fury swelled up in her as she took a wild swoop, brushing everything off her desk, including her laptop. Once it crashed to the floor! With uncontrollable anger, Brooklyn took her glass slipper, relentlessly stomping the screen of her computer. When the servants in the house heard the commotion, they came running. “Miss Brook! Miss Brook! You are going to injure yourself." The house servant, fearfully rushing ove

##Chapter 10: Cassidy Book One: Stay "This is going to be so much fun! Thanks again for coming with me tonight." Snuggling into her jacket, Brooklyn bounces excitedly on the bleacher seat as her gaze tracks the hockey players skating by the Plexiglas that surrounds the ice. "That's him, number fifty-five." A dreamy look fills her large green eyes. As she sighs, her warm breath escapes into the frigid air of the rink. I roll my eyes even though she isn't paying me the slightest bit of attention.

You speak with confidence like she's under your control" Brooklyn responded, calming his nerves. "That's our private life. I'm warning you, I won't keep calm if you come near her. This isn't Nicole" I clenched the knife in my hand, a girl gasped and I glared at her angrily. "Let the best suitor win" Brooklyn replied and left with his tray. I let out a deep breath. Would Ariana leave me for Brooklyn when she hears Nicole's story?. Won't she like Brooklyn because he's nice and isn't cold?. I left the cafe, I saw Candy and Mia talking in hushed tones. Whenever they whispered, it doesn't end well. I ignored them and entered my class, took my bag and left for the garden.

‎I stared at the screen, scrolling slowly through Reya’s report. Every line made the smirk on my face stretch wider. ‎Name: Ren Banks ‎Age: 24 ‎Occupation: Artist (anonymously known as “Scarlet Thread”) ‎Residence: Apartment 4B, Willow Creek Complex ‎Known Associates: Best friend – Ayesha Hassan (frequent club companion) . Daughter of the commissioner and head of security. ‎Relationship Status: Currently engaged to Lila Quinn.

Jay . POV. After some time the car came to a halt. The person kidnapping me got out and also forcefully took me out. I also complied with them. In the meantime I tried listening but it was quiet. I climbed stairs and then those thugs stopped infront of door I guess. I could feel it because I got the fragrance of flowers,grass and it is too quiet as if it a residential areas or a villa. And after the climbing the stairs I was certain of it. The I heard the door opening and I was pushed inside and suddenly I was in someone's arms. The person hugged me tightly and put his nose in my neck and took a whiff of my scent. I felt goosebumps and the feeling of disgust creeped inside me. My hands and e