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After all, no matter how big a scene I made, I would still come crawling back in the end. Carrie: [Also, I've only been appearing with Gabe lately to make you jealous. I apologize. There's really nothing between us.] I tightened my grip on my phone. Carrie always seemed to believe that as long as she didn't cross the final line, none of her behavior with Gabe counted as betrayal. Carrie: [Cole, if you keep this up, are you planning to starve yourself—and your team?] I laughed. Then I recorded a video and sent it to her.

She is just being lowkey because she thinks I'm just poor and I'm not up to her standards even though I'm physically qualified. Anyway, those thoughts cheered me up even more. I even hummed along with the song playing on the stereo. If I'm not mistaken it was Maybe This Time by David Murphy. Ah, Carmelita... Carmelita... Soon you will fall into my trap. You will be the first one who will taste the revenge of a man who's been broken and hurt by your kind. I was still humming the song. I was in my best mood. And unknowingly, I did not notice a pair of eyes that were secretly and carefully checking my every move.

“I won’t stand for that. We need to find a way to loosen you.” Melanie wiggled her brows in the process of saying this and Amara just could tell that she was up to something mischievous. However, before she could even get the chance to speak, Melanie had bolted up right at the sound of a familiar music tune playing in the background. “Oh my God,” She gasped. “This is it! That one song!” She said while tapping Amara’s shoulder rapidly. “W-what one song?” Amara asked, confused.

Carl pleaded “Melanie, I beg of you, please answer me” Carl kept on calling “Melanie, it’s me Carl, please answer me” “Melanie, you are safe, please come out” “Melanie, I love you” “Melanie if I don’t find you, I will die a thousand times again” “Melanie” Carl kept on screaming “Melanie please” he was crying now Carl walked deeply into the bushes, until he realized he was far away from the road and probably lost as he was in thick overgrown bushes.

Maxine The sound of my heels clicking against the cold stone floor echoes through the dimly lit corridors as I make my way deeper into the hidden depths of the palace. Each step feels heavier than the last, the weight of my plans pressing on me, demanding my full attention. My mind races as I recall the conversation I had earlier with Marcus. The alliance between him, Selena, and myself is growing stronger, but there's something else that gnaws at me—Melanie. That damn woman. Her very existence stands as a barrier between me and the power I crave, and every moment that passes, the more I feel the pressure to destroy her.

Edith exclaimed. **** “You can't do this! You’ve been inside here for very long; are you not tired? Don't you want to see the other Immortals? Don't you want to meet other people? Please quit being selfish and try to understand that I really need your help,” Mary yelled, following behind Melody as he walked away. “No, I am not interested in getting myself involved with you or anyone up there. So if you're ready to leave, just say the word, and I'll send you back to where you belong,” Melody replied nonchalantly, staring at the sunset.

“My husband bought it for me just recently. Now, I need to get back home first, but I’ll talk to you again later, right? You’ve come home from abroad—I think that’s an occasion befitting me treating you to a diner.” Mateo did not reject her offer. “Mm, sounds great! Honestly, I just wanna catch up with you over a hearty meal,” he said. “See you soon; be careful while on the road. Oh, and by the way, your daughter is incredibly gorgeous… just like her mother.” Melanie’s face flushed pink. She drove and fled the parking basement in a frenzy. She was really starting to think that the girl Mateo referred to was herself… But could it be? Could his crush really be Melanie Lark?!

Her words slurred, and a trail of blood dripped down her chin. Warren found no shame in desperation, “You can’t do that, I thought you were going to sing?” A weak laugh turned into a cough. Flecks of crimson dotted the snow, “You don’t like my singing.” “Since when does that stop you?” The car grew closer, and Warren held hope in an iron grip. He could still save Melanie. Melanie almost ground to a halt, “When I’m gone...” “Don’t talk like that. We have about ten yards to the car. Wouldn’t Nerea be sad if you didn’t come back,” Warren tried to pick up the pace, but his mother's body grew heavier with each step. A hand tapped Warren on the shoulder.

—E Marlena, vinci la sera Spogliati nera, prendi tutto quello che fa comodo e sincera Apri la vela, dai viaggia leggera Tu, mostra la bellezza a questo popolo ed io E amore accanto a te, baby accanto a te, io morirò da re, ehi-ye-eh —Did you like it? —Who's Marlena? —That actually makes me laugh a little, because there's something jealous in her expression. I sigh before explaining.

I send it to him and wait to see if he will read it. “Cry Baby” by Melanie Martinez. I wait, watching for his reaction and hold my breath while smirking as he pulls his cell over and slides the screen. A couple of presses, then he lets out a laugh and tries to cover with a cough. I catch a couple of the stuffed shirts look up disapprovingly, but they say nothing, and the meeting continues. Jake throws me a wink with a small shake of his head. Very amused. Back at you, Carrero. Not so funny now, are you?