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Done. I laughed once, sharp enough to hurt my throat. ********************************** By breakfast, Nico had seen it. He stalked into the dining room shirtless, phone in hand, veins standing out on his neck. “What is this?” he demanded, slamming the phone down on the table so hard the silverware jumped. I picked up the phone, glanced at the headline like I hadn’t read it twice already, then set it back down calmly. “It’s the truth.” “You went to the press?”

During the Thanksgiving holiday week, my husband, Caleb Whitman, keeps working overtime. I feel sorry for how hard he's working, so I take over all the household chores. While doing the laundry, I pull a food delivery receipt from the pocket of his coat. Everything on the order appears to be intended for a pregnant woman. It has bone broth, baked salmon, and fresh seasonal vegetables. It's obvious that everything was chosen with care. There's even a note that says, "For an expectant mother. Keep it low in oil and salt. Make sure the utensils are sterilized." The delivery was sent to a luxury apartment above Caleb's office building. I crumple the receipt, let out a cold laugh, and delibe

Nico stood a few feet away dressed in a black jacket and dark jeans, snowflakes settling over his broad shoulders while his gray eyes stayed locked directly on Levi. Not me. Levi. And honestly, I had never seen someone look that calm and dangerous at the same time before. Levi rubbed the back of his neck awkwardly. “Hey, Nico.” Noah looked way smarter because he instantly stepped back a little. “Nico,” he greeted carefully. Nico barely acknowledged either of them. His attention shifted to me slowly. “What are you doing out here?” I crossed my arms immediately. “Having fun.” His jaw tightened slightly. “With them?”

she spat. I swallowed her cold sarcasm and kept my expression neutral. Once I had quickly memorized every detail I needed, I finally mustered my courage and walked up to the online boyfriend Yvonne no longer wanted. "Hi, I'm Cindy, the one who's been chatting with you. My real name is Tessa Reed." I smiled and held out my hand. The man's eyes lit up, clearly surprised. "So this is what you look like. You're even prettier than I imagined. Nice to meet you. My real name is Calvin Fulton."

I watched Nancy and the Quills drive off in the Maybach, a faint, cold smile tugging at my lips. In my last life, at this exact moment, when Nancy found out the Quills were actually the real rich ones, she'd cried and thrown a tantrum. She'd begged to switch places with me, but no one had paid her any attention. So, she'd taken all her resentment out on Stephen and Linda. They'd already been poor to begin with, and she squandered every last cent they had. They'd been so angry and heartbroken that they both collapsed and died.

I point out and she shrugs. “Nobody knows anyone really,” She replies pensively as she continues her smoke. “Lilliana. I am Domenico’s sister-in-law.” The name is foreign to me. Everything is foreign to me. “And you are Bria, the new member of the Cattaneo family.” The way she says it strips me once more of my identity. The use of the word new is not lost to me. I have proved no worth. “Bria Cattaneo, bride to Nico. Has a nice ring to it. It’ll look pretty on a headstone.” The stone steps beneath me suddenly feel much colder.

“So, you’ll be alone here. You can invite Katie over, but I don’t want any boys here. Not even Nick.” “Nick’s away. He’s with his dad out of the country before coming back for graduation, so... yes, no Nick.” She held up Ricochet’s credit card between her fingers. “Just me and the girls... plus Dad’s credit card.” “Spend money wisely, or I’ll ground you,” I warned her before pushing the front door open. Just as I stepped onto the porch, the sight of Ricochet was already waiting for me. Leaning against his car with his hands tucked inside his pockets, he watched me make my way toward him.

She hurried to the door and opened it. Mary stood in front of her, clutching a high-tech camera in one hand and an empty bottle of tequila in the other. Nicole grabbed Mary’s arm and yanked her inside before closing the door. Her friend’s eyes widened. “Nikki? Why is your face so red?” Nicole rolled her eyes. “I’ve been trying to tell you… I can’t go through with this.” She pointed to her face. “This is what happens when I unbutton a man’s shirt. I’m not the person for your blackmail scheme.”

Lucas said coldly. Amaya sighed “You really should get used to knocking” “Are you for real right now? You are cheating on me with a nonstarter but you are more concerned with me not knocking?” Lucas sneered. Tresh took a deep breath, doing his best to calm himself down. He would have punched Lucas already if Amaya was not there. “He is the greatest musician of all times, six times music award winner and holds two titles for the sexiest man alive!” Amaya snapped.

All eyes are glued to her. “Hi,” Nico says, walking over to her with an extended hand, “I’m Niccolò, but my friends call me Nico.” She looks uncertain as she takes his hand. I almost want to roll my eyes. How does she pull off all these personalities? At one time she’s combative and sarcastic, another a seducer, but now, she is a fragile doll. “Corina.” “I know.” Rico strides over to stand next to Nico. “Enrico. You can call me Rico.”