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He took a step closer, his glare cutting through her. In the past life, Vanessa had profited handsomely by selling project papers to shady buyers, funding her endless cosmetic enhancements. But this time? Every cent she swallowed would be regurgitated tenfold. And prison awaited her.

Step by step, their greed, selfishness, ingratitude, and betrayal drive them to the edge. Kindness was a choice, a virtue. It was not an obligation, especially not for those who don’t deserve it. I often thought that if I hadn’t had that car, that office building, those connections like Mr. Parker, maybe the person digging through trash under the bridge that night would have been me. This world is never gentle. Sometimes, it’s cruel. This was my final lesson for Winnie and Noah. However, the tuition was steep. Too steep that they would pay for it with their lives.

She always has a new gist whenever we talk. I pulled off my clothes and took a quick shower. Once I was done I tried to do my assignment, and when that didn't work cause I was a bit distracted by images of a certain captain, I turned on my laptop to read a book and when that didn't work either, I simply gave up and lied down to sleep. And was inevitably assaulted with dreams about a dark skinned, curly haired captain. So much for being calm and getting a good nights sleep. Thanks for reading Please,

I ate it just to spite him. We were sitting on a bench, me trying not to shiver, him scrolling through comments on the post like it was the morning paper. “‘They look so happy’,” he read aloud, smirking. “‘Captain finally bagged a baddie.’ ‘He’s way out of her eague.’ That one actually was not my favorite. I rolled my eyes. “You’re enjoying this too much.” “It’s kinda fun.” He bumps my shoulder. “Admit it. You’re having fun too.”

Diane finally lifted her eyes to look at me, her gaze sharp with scrutiny and laced with mockery. "Kian, I heard you studied finance. You sit in a temperature-controlled office all day. Do you even know how much a delivery rider makes per order out there in the heat? "Do you know the price difference between a pound of vegetables and a pound of meat? You’ve never experienced the most basic realities of life. What gives you the right to talk about building anything?" Her questions left me speechless. Olivia shot me an anxious look, trying to smooth things over. "Mom, Kian, he—"

Slowly but surely Rai touched every button on this shirt and opened it. #to be continued in Chapter 13.4 - Prince

said Ann. “Yeah, but it’s yours too. D’you think I can give him a proper tour of the Manor? I don’t think he ever got the chance to do it with all the lights on.” “Whenever you want.” Back to the study with our coffee, sugar and cupcakes on a tray, I found Mr. Price all comfy on the loveseat, still only half-dressed, my computer on his lap, watching a video. “Thanks,” he said, pausing the video to accept the steamy mug I handed him, and waited for me to face him. “I like your password.”

Hearing how serious he is, I felt like I had no choice left and just stepped out of the vehicle. The moment we boarded the yacht, I felt eyes following me. At first, I thought I was imagining it. Then I started hearing the whispers. "They're here." "That's Nathaniel Montague." "The woman beside him must be his wife." "Wasn't Camilla Evans supposed to marry him?" "I heard she's the illegitimate daughter." My stomach tightened. Of course they knew. People like these always knew everything. Nathaniel seemed completely unbothered by the attention. Several businessmen approached him almost immediately, greeting him as though they had known each other for years.

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she glanced at Marcus, who cocked his pistol, ”would you prefer to join Stefan? Vic looked down at his gun still pointed at Charlotte, then at Marcus who was threatening his life. Beside him, Alexandra shifted slowly, looking for a better position. “Time to choose, Victoria,” Charlotte said softly. “The pawn becomes a queen... or dies trying.” Vic closed his eyes for a moment. In his head, the gunshot that killed Stefan echoed again. Then his father's voice: “In chess, dear, a pawn that reaches the end of the board can become a queen. But the price... is always high.”