By Virtue I Fall Cora Reilly Novels & Stories

The night was clear, and the city lights glittered below. My phone vibrated with a message from Emily. It was a long one. She said she had also left Trehill later and joined another company, but never felt at ease. She apologized for helping Daniel manipulate me back then, saying that only now did she realize that exploiting people who truly worked hard would eventually destroy the morale of the entire team. She wished me well. After reading it, I didn’t reply. Some wounds couldn’t be erased with just a single apology. Some roads, once walked, couldn’t be turned back from.

"He's famous? Barclay is actually famous now? He was a nobody when I was with him, but now that my life is ruined, he's famous? "Why? Why is this happening to me?" Suddenly, her expression shifted, as if she had figured something out. She stared at me with a crazed look. "No. That wasn't a dream. You're getting revenge on me! All of this is your doing. You're punishing me!" The more she spoke, the more frantic she became. Eventually, the guards had to end the visit and drag her away. Thinking back on everything, I asked myself, was I truly getting revenge?

Theo held a flash drive, casually tossing it in the air. “Sorry to barge in,” Jin said, his tone deceptively calm. “But we thought this might clear a few things up.” “What is the meaning of this?” my dad demanded, his eyes narrowing. Without waiting for permission, Theo walked past my parents and plugged the flash drive into the living room TV. The screen flickered to life, and a video began to play. It was Catty, her voice unmistakable. “I mean, it wasn’t even that hard,” she bragged to someone off-camera, her tone dripping with glee. “Everyone already thinks Cora’s a mess. All I had to do was push her over the edge. And honestly? Watching her squirm has been so worth it.”

He wondered as he held her hand to help her step down from the platform. “I will send the dresses by tomorrow,” Cora said, wondering how his parents will feel about this new arrangement. After Cora left, Prince Deacon looked Emily up and down/ “What game are you playing? I don’t like being toyed with.” “Who says I am playing a game?” Emily questioned as she loosens the strings at the front of her easy-fit corset. “What are you doing?” Prince Deacon asked as he watched her elegant hands. “What does it look like I am doing?” Emily asked, holding his gaze. ‘What does it matter if I lose my virtue? It is not as if anyone will believe anything else since I share a room with him,’ Emily thought, w

"Yes?" The girl saw the unperturbed stance of Roy and ground her teeth in annoyance. "You.. you are a virgin right? Listen.." She slapped her palm on the counter—leaning in on her tip toes and grabbing onto Roy's collar. "I am very interested in doing it with you. Sleep with me. I am pretty so you won't be at disadvantage." Roy remained expressionless. His patience was running thin but again he reminded himself that she—was a customer. Roy rudely swated her hand away from his collar. "Who said I am a virgin?

“Fourteen years. That earns you something. But Drew? He’s got people now. Real people. You start sniffing around, they’ll notice. And they won’t care who took the fall.” Meekey smirked. “Let ‘em notice.” “You trying to get revenge?” She shook her head. “Not revenge.” He looked at her a long moment. “Then what?” “Balance.”

"Because my ex did the same thing to me. Posted all over I*******m about how much better his new girlfriend is. How I was mediocre. How he upgraded." "That's fucked up." "Yeah. It is." She's not looking at her phone anymore. She's looking at me. I'm still shooting. "Did you believe him?" she asks. "For a while. Then I realized he was just trying to make himself feel powerful. Making me feel small made him feel big." Mia nods slowly. "Yeah. That sounds right." I take a few more shots. Then I lower the camera. "Time's up," Claire says. She walks over. Holds out her hand for the camera.

KANE I take Violet to my room and Cora is quick to get up from the floor. My eyes flicker towards her and I find her staring at Violet’s unconscious face. Violet was so adamant on saving this girl, but now, Cora doesn’t remember her. How pathetic can this be? I inhale deeply and throw my head down before walking straight to the bathroom. Before Violet wakes up, it’s better for her to be cleaned and put to bed. Nothing can help her get over the trauma, but at least she will not feel too shameful towards herself.

There were people like this in the world,people who did the right thing quietly, without applause, simply because they could not bring themselves to do otherwise. I had not known enough of them in my first life. "Thank you," I said, and I meant it. Mr. Walter blinked, as though genuine gratitude from Vivian Salvatore was something he had not been expecting. He recovered quickly from the shock. "What would you like to do?" I looked at the tablet in my hand. At the financial reports, the board meeting minutes, the quiet record of three months of theft conducted by men who had been certain that the woman in the coma was not coming back.

he asked, leaning forward. I pulled at the ropes, the hemp biting into my skin. "Can you loosen these? You’re cutting off my circulation." "What is that jewel to you?" I shrugged, trying to find a spark of my old VX persona. "Does it matter? I wanted the payday. I wanted out of that cage you call a loft. Do I need a better reason?" "Liar. Tell me about Sofia Ramirez. Did you tear her throat out?" Shock hit me like cold water. "You think I killed Sofia? Are you out of your mind?"