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The end is near! Much Love. Cara

Carter explained. Stephie sighed and checked the watch on her right wrist. Carter could see that Stephie was debating what to do, for her eyes lingered on the watch, and she breathed softly. "To be fair young lady, my name is Carter Barlowe, and as of 8:47 this evening, I've been a widower. I evaded my personal driver, and I've been wandering in the past hour." The name struck a note in Stephie's brain, as it sounded familiar in the cavities of her ears.

Because my love was forever frozen at the age of 20. It wasn’t until later that I found out Felix had signed an organ donation form long ago. **May 17, XXXX** *Chloe’s heart condition flared up again today. It scared me to death. The doctor said she really needs a transplant, but we can’t find a match.* **July 14, XXXX** *I turned 18 today. I signed the organ donation form, but I didn’t tell her. This way, she has another chance to live.*

Carl thought it was an excellent idea and went to buy it, so while he was doing that errand, I put music connected to the audio system, programmed with an iPod and from one moment to another, the different melodies began to spread throughout the apartment. I created a playlist that I named "Just Lovers". Every time I listen to it, I remember the day I showed it to Carl. I was dying of grief for the selection of songs, but he liked it, he liked that playlist so much, that we made love; a stimulus coming from one of the titles incorporated therein. Between songs from Hippie Sabotage, passing through Two Feet, until I reached —perhaps— the best of The Weeknd, I uncorked a beer and drank it whil

Even though Lorenzo had sincerely professed his love for me countless times, because of the hundred-million-dollar buyout, I couldn't shake the feeling our relationship was a transaction. But then he placed a pigeon's blood ruby ring on my finger. The gem glittered in the sunlight, shining with a light as red as blood. "This is the symbol of the Vitale matriarch," Lorenzo said gently. "From now on, you hold the same power I do." "Half of my legitimate businesses, the ports, the casinos, the hotels, have all been transferred to your name." I looked at him in disbelief. Lorenzo just smiled, a dangerous curve to his lips.

“Come on, man! Coach is calling us. They’re taking pictures!” I nodded, grabbing my helmet and following him. The whole team was already grouped near the banner, our name painted bold and loud, 'Asphalt Vixens.' Coach had chosen that name for us and we all agreed on it except Mr. Cold Ryan who didn't make a choice. Coach came running, face red but beaming. “Ethan, I've said it and I'll say it again, you boys really killed it out there!” He grabbed me and Marco both in a tight side hug. “First and second! You made history for us today!”

When I remained silent, he promised, "I'll report her right now. Okay?" I finally smiled. "Then swear it. Swear that if you've been with her and betrayed me, we'll divorce." Liam raised his hand and swore. The guests laughed kindly. "You worry too much. Liam only has eyes for you." Outside the door, Madison's face flashed by—thwarted and venomous. I pretended not to see.

You know where to find me, babe ;) The one and only, Soph

With Much Love. Elvira🤍