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Unbreak my heart ************** Elena's pov ************** My heart is broken, I feel shattered and incomplete. In one day I lost both my husband and my child. There are no words capable of explaining my heartbreak, for the past three days since Anthony walked out of my life with Emma my second twin, a part of me, died. "You mean he left with Emma to Liberia," Father asked repeatedly. "Yes, father," I said, choking from tears that streamed down my face.

Where’s Tobi? Emma’s Pov My eyes opened slowly and closed almost immediately as direct sun from the window hit them. I groan inwardly, I felt my head started to bang and I felt the urge to puke. I almost got out of the bed but a heavy figure stopped me from moving. ‘Heavy Figure?’

Kate waved me over to where she sat, but as I took a step to head over a girl purposely set her legs in front of me and I tripped, falling face flat to the floor and the people in the hall chuckled loudly. I couldn’t get up from where I was, not because of the pain of crashing to the floor, but the embarrassment I felt deep inside and no one had come to save me from falling, there was always a man in movies who would rush in and hold the lady, but this was not a movie, this was reality.

Kimani Secretly dating your brother's best friend sounded like the plot of a book when I said it in my head. Something dramatic and exciting and slightly scandalous that happened to other people, the kind of situation you read about and thought well that girl should have known better. And it was all of those things. It was also how I ended up flat on my back on my own bed with Roan King hovering above me like the concept of personal gravity had simply never applied to him and he saw no reason to start respecting it now.

"Never lose your dignity, even when you're poor and exhausted. Build your own future, and do not give in to temptations! You can do it! You can be the main character of your own story!" Connor then forwarded me surveillance footage from his company. It showed Julie waiting for a long time outside his company until he finally came out. She then walked up to him, only to twist her ankle in her high heel, tumbling straight into his arms. She immediately pulled away with her head held high, saying, "You'd better not think you can use money to get to me just because I'm Queenie's friend. You ought to know that even if we're poor, we still have our pride—we won't sell our dignity for money!"

He yelled out, but I didn't dare turn around to reply. ***** Olivia Keller I couldn't help but smile, I just went through my earnings on GoodNovel platform and what I saw was making me smile to the extent that my cheeks hurt. I could change my wardrobe, we could pay part of our debts, pay the house rent and I will still have some amount remaining. I have never felt this proud of myself.

I push harder until I hit bone, and he hisses, “very scared.” “Fuck you.” “It’s not nice being helpless, is it?” My eyes burn, but I will not shed a single tear for them. I stand, ripping my fingers from his wound. My entire body trembles as I balance back on my feet and walk out of the cell. I don’t see Maxwell’s eyes. I exit the dungeon and rush up the stairs until I can see sunlight. My eyes glance down to find my entire fist covered in his blood. Once I hit the fresh air, I take down a large gulp, shaking uncontrollably.

"You think I'm as foolish as the people around you? That I can't tell whether a woman is good enough for me? To me, Junia is the best partner I could ever ask for. Now, who gave you the nerve to slander her?" I looked at the three of them, each wearing a different expression, and said indifferently, "I'll say it only once. My name is Junia Jensen now. Abigail Grant died five years ago. "I never wanted to have anything to do with you people again, but this time, you were the ones who came looking for trouble. "Not only did you humiliate me, but you also terrorized my daughter. Did you really think I was still the same helpless woman from five years ago, someone you could do whatever you wante

' He said and brought out a kitchen knife. 'This injury right here. On my head, I'm gonna give it to you. Double.' He said and moved towards me. I gasped. I started moving back till I reached the wall. He then moved towards me. He then held out the knife. He came closer and then stabbed me on the stomach. He removed the knife from my stomach and drove it into my hand. Then he ran away. I sat there in the pool of my own blood,groaning. I had to get out of this house and get help. I can't die like this. I cried a lot from the pain. I was losing blood. I read from one of Richard's book that if someone loses a lot of blood, he or she could die. But what does it matter anyways, I didn't know what

I let go of my hands while I sensed him almost collapsing, panting heavily. I took some steps towards the door and stopped with my hands a few meters away from the doorknob. I whirled around one last time to catch a glimpse of the unlucky fellow and all those who were present in the room before yanking the door open and slamming the door against its hinges. Like I care if the building was going to collapse. *** I was in fury, my blood was boiling with anger. I had to let loose of this before I killed anyone. As usual, I summoned Ezra to my room with the hope of unleashing all the anger within my heart.