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Liam, who was going to interrupt Ethan, was stopped by Ethan. “I know what you want to say. You want to say that Emily too loves me, don’t you? Ethan asked and Liam nodded his head. “Emily loves me but does she know that it’s me whom she has loved all these years?” Ethan again asked and Liam shook his head in ‘NO’. “Exactly, for her the man she loves all these years is Abhay not me. So, is it right for Emily and me to make love to each other when she doesn’t know who is in her heart?” Ethan asked again and Liam again shook his head in ‘NO’.

“It is wedding season, and if we do not act now, we might lose them. Next Friday is the only day left.” “My love, it is just one day. Can you leave work early?” Noah asked gently. I swallowed hard. There was no way around it anymore. “I am sorry, guys. I will not be able to make it,” I admitted, my voice tight. “Come on, Zena. You can work your way around anything,” Kelly said, pleading with me. “I am sorry. I cannot,” I said, taking a steadying breath. “I will be going on an operation to catch a dangerous criminal.”

I have to avenge Wendy. The next morning, there was the sound of relentless pounding on the door. Howard struggled to get up from the floor. His legs wobbled as he staggered to the door to unlock it. The moment he opened it, my best friend, Alicia Kiles, slapped him hard across the face. "You bastard, Howard! Zendaya, you let Wendy die so you could save that bitch. "Are you even a damn human being?" Howard looked up at her and offered her his other cheek as he slowly turned his head. "Go ahead and hit me. Consider it as a way to let Wendy let out her frustrations."

Jonathan was ecstatic, but all I felt was hate. “Drop the act, Jonathan. You’re actually disappointed that I’m not dead, aren’t you?” Jonathan was taken aback by my response before he fell to his knees. “I’m sorry, Elena! I know I’ve let you down too many times over the past five years! But I really do love you, and I can’t be without you! Please give me another chance to love you!” He held my hand. “We can get married today! I won’t let you down anymore! I’ll love you forever!”

“And then I left. I walked away, and whatever she felt, whatever she thought, died right there. That’s the truth. You want me to spell it out?” The room was silent except for the crackle of the fire. Lena glanced between us like she’d just thrown a spark into a powder keg. Draven had already moved closer to the wall, arms crossed, face unreadable. I swallowed hard, but forced the words out. “So Mirabel wasn’t lying. She really is refusing every suitor because of you.” Orion’s jaw clenched. He turned back to the fire. “Then she’s a fool.” The words burned in my ears. I folded my arms, refusing to back down. “Or maybe she just sees something you’re too damn stubborn to admit.”

"You just used me. You thought it was funny. That's all it ever was to you." "Cass, I did not use you. Please, you have to believe me—" "Then why did you accept Loreen's offer in the first place?!" Cass interrupted him, her voice screaming with pain. "If you didn't want to use me, why didn't you just walk away?!" Liam lowered his head, his eyes staring at the wet pavement. "Because at the beginning, I really thought it was just a game. I didn't care about the consequences. But I was wrong, Cass. I was completely wrong. I... I love you."

I was terrified that if I did, if I shifted, or exhaled, or blinked too hard—he’d remember I wasn’t her. “Why does love feel like death?” He asked, barely a whisper, like the words hurt on the way out. I swallowed the lump forming in my throat and blinked back the sting behind my eyes. “Maybe because you’re loving the wrong person.” He exhaled sharply, like the breath had been caught in his chest for years. It wasn’t quite a laugh, and it wasn’t quite a cry. Just something broken. Something tired. “You’re not alone, Liam,” I said gently, my voice shaking even as I tried to sound sure.

I muttered. She ignored me. “Anyway, have you seen that actor? Steven Brooke? Oh my god, Liam, I think I’m in love. He just did this N*****x series, Until Ashes Fall—romance-tragedy—and I swear, he deserves every award. Have you watched it?” I had. Big mistake. The ending broke me like a cheap pen nib. “I did,” I admitted. “And I cried for an hour like some Victorian widow.” Seirra cackled on the other end. “Exactly! He’s too good. If I ever meet him, I’m proposing on the spot. My husband will understand.”

"Colin, is it wrong to love you? I just fell in love with you. You shouldn't treat someone who likes you so cruelly." I had no idea whether Jasmine was heartbroken or couldn't take his remarks. She started to cry with her head down. Colin's expression didn't soften because of her words. He was silent for a while before saying firmly, "Loving the wrong person can cause irreparable damage. Please keep your love. I can't afford it, let alone need it."

Sure enough, I hadn't gone far before Leopoldo, who had clearly been waiting, stepped out of his car and pulled me into his arms. He asked, "Why are you crying? Did Vito do something to hurt you? Tell me. I'll make him pay. I told you he wasn't someone you could trust!" I kept my head lowered, my shoulders shaking. "But I've fallen in love with him! Leopoldo, no matter what, I can't let Vito go!" Leopoldo exploded. "You couldn't tolerate me showing Elena even the slightest affection, yet you can accept Vito sleeping with another woman?