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“I…” Mr. Stuart interrupted me. “Dominic you should learn something...” I couldn’t concentrate on what he was saying because of the hand that treacherously roamed my thigh, I tried to pinch his hand away but he returned my gesture by pinching my thigh. I let out a small yelp and Mr. Stuart looked at me worriedly. “Is everything okay, Anastasia?” “Are you fine?” Nathan asked innocently. You son of a bitch.

She also had bare minimum makeup on which let Galina know that she was not planning to go anywhere else. Anastasia seemed a bit off, she looked tired and there was hint of swollenness under her eyes, which meant she was crying. Alexander also wasn’t with her which was quite unusual. Galina waited until she was willing to open up about it herself and after warming herself with a cup of tea, she felt much better and started talking.

I had no thoughts. I had no breath. No. No. Please God No. I had to look away. I just couldn't. If I said Damon looked pale before, it was nothing compared to now. He was ghostly white. Damon looked frozen in shock for a minute before he made a sound. "No." It was barely a whisper made to himself. "No!" This time it came out louder. She lay there. Motionless. In her favorite little purple Minnie dress. Anastasia.

Anastasia shifted back to her human form and wobbly sat on the rock, heaving loudly as she rested her back against the smooth surface, her hands under her head and her eyes gazing past the tall trees to the distant sky as a smile found its way to her lips. "Now, I am free." She whispered, resisting the urge to scream out loud about her newfound freedom. "You know this is not a good idea." She finally heard her wolf's voice, Anne in her mind. Anne has been saying this over and over since she was planning her escape. "Good idea or not, as long as they never find me," Anastasia said, closing her eyes. "We are not safe out here, Anna," Anne whispered. "Not safe?" Anastasia giggles. "Don't undere

Anastasia blurted out, barely pausing for breath. Vanessa raised an eyebrow, her face a mask of confusion and irritation. “What were you doing at the hospital? And how the hell did you lose your phone?” Anastasia took a deep breath, steadying herself before explaining. “I was involved in an accident yesterday after our fight,” she said, her voice softer now. “Some guy rushed me to the hospital. I just got home today and realized my phone’s missing. I think I left it there. Please, just let me call it.”

If it was any other man, I bet they'd loose their senses before they can count one to two. Casey has the shape and skills to get a man's cock to rise at her command, but... Her stunts can't work on me, no matter how hard she tries. That's because when I look at Cassandra, I always see a copycat, who's trying so hard to shape herself into the woman who came into the life of a dangerous man like myself, and stole my heart in a blink of an eye. Only Anastasia can make my body rise at her own touch. She's the only one who has that right to my heart, my soul, my body... Fuck!

Simona said, and Anastasia raised an eyebrow at her. “Okay, I will get my bag.” Anastasia smiled and bent over to get her bag but was hit with a sudden dizziness. She tried to support herself by grabbing her desk but went down. The only thing she heard was Patrick's panicked voice before she was consumed by darkness. ~ Hospital ~ Anastasia woke up to beeping sounds. She opened her eyes and realized she was in the hospital. She sat up, disconnecting the IV drip attached to her hand. However, just as she was about to stand, the door opened, and Diana walked in holding a paper bag.

She was riding over Jasper who was spanking her ass in return and continued moaning out loud. I was lost in words with the situation. My thoughts were distracted when Anastasia began to yell hysterically, " STOP..IT....You are fooling me..This...this can't be Jasper..You are just supporting that bitch.." Luca smirked with satisfaction when she saw the tears in Anastasia's eyes and replied casually, " Do you want to see more? I have plenty.." Gosh...

He looked at Anastasia who was also bewildered to see that. Anastasia closed the suitcase and scolded Alexander to open that. “What did I do? I was only helping you who thought there would be li...,” Alexander paused and stood up. Anastasia grabbed the handle of the other suitcase and took that inside the washroom. Alexander chuckled seeing that and sat in the couch there. Inside the washroom, Anastasia checked the suitcase first and took out a comfortable dress for herself. It was a black and white floral midi fit dress with ruffles and V-neck line. She took the innerwear as well and went towards the shower room.

Had she been a fool all along? Caroline gave her a moment, watching as Anastasia wrestled with the truth. Once her breathing steadied, the PI continued. “There’s more. I’ve uncovered additional evidence that points to a pattern of infidelity.” “Stop,” Anastasia whispered, her voice cracking. She couldn’t take any more, not now. Natasha squeezed her hand, her eyes filled with concern. “Ana, you need to hear this.” Anastasia shook her head, her tears spilling over. The café’s warmth, the chatter, and the clatter of cups—everything blurred into an overwhelming cacophony. She felt exposed and vulnerable like the ground beneath her had disappeared.