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Jared and I had agreed on that date about two weeks earlier. Outside the jewelry boutique, he showed up, wearing a suit that I later learned was his usual attire. It wasn't an unusual sight anymore because Jared had told me on one of our dates that he had been hired at the headquarters of Red Moon Inc. in Manhattan. He was a striking figure, taller than the pedestrians who walked past him, with a well-proportioned body and broad shoulders. And as he looked at me and his hazel eyes caught mine, the sunlight glistened on his jawline and a gentle breeze swept through his black hair, making my heart flutter. ... For anyone who is not me.

Held by her love to her beloved, she will always return to the Paramount Pack, but will not let her hearts love stop her from her heart's calling to help maintain the balance in the world Jared: He/Him: Proud and loving, Jared splits his time between being Beta of Paramount Pack, being a full time dad, and being a partial caregiver to his ill human mate. Once playful, he grew up beside Xavier and his younger sister, Zay, but life has since taken its toll on him. Despite this, he is determined to do good for his communities, primarily his young daughter, Delian

I felt the urge to roll my eyes. She wasn't any different from Cindy. If I didn't know Cindy had no elder sister, I would have thought they were siblings. "It's really nice to meet you, Dim Angel. I'm Jared, and this is Sterly, my partner." I introduced. But my mood wasn't exactly as good as it was. Celeste reminded me too much of Shawn. Shawn was also a really good dancer. He trained me to dance back then, and I could tell he had a lot of potential.

“Excuse me, his taste is clearly elite.” “Mm-hmm,” Tessa nodded. “Exceptionally niche. Possibly tragic.” They both dissolved into laughter, the kind that came easy—unguarded, bright. “Care to let me in on the joy?” The voice came from below. They both looked up. Jared stood there, fresh off the field, clad in his sportswear—sleeves pushed up, hair slightly damp, the faint sheen of exertion catching the sunlight. There was something undeniably striking about him in that moment—unpolished, real, and entirely self-assured.

SERA If you asked anyone from the outside looking in, they’d say I had it all. A handsome, successful fiancé. A dream wedding being planned. A P*******t-perfect life that looked glossy from every angle. And today, Jared was in full husband-mode. “I booked the tasting at that farm-to-table spot you liked,” he said, eyes scanning the spreadsheet on his tablet. “And I confirmed the floral mock-ups for next week. Oh, check your inbox, I shared the G****e Doc.”

I tugged off my beanie and pushed my glasses back up while I locked my bike and quickly ran into the office to clock in. "Fallon." Jared was my manager, and he was creepy. As in, he seemed like the type of guy that used way too much hair gel and wasn't aware that if you smiled too big all the time it wasn't sexy, just disturbing, and alarming on so many levels. "Rough morning?" I grunted. It was my typical Jared response. And I wasn't in the mood to make small talk, not with images of Zane still burned in my head. There had literally been nothing in any of the articles about his new album, just that he was working hard at it after a freak accident on stage last year.

"He should be preparing for the exam at school at this time." Jared was very smart and his grades had always been good. This year, he was very likely to get into a top university. There were less than two months left before the exam, but he was not studying at school. Instead, he went to Indigo Club to work as a waiter. The more Chelsea thought about this, the more Chelsea felt strange. Just as Jared said, he really seemed to be lacking money. He had counted the 500 dollars he got over and over again. Just as he was about to count it the third time, Chelsea snatched his money away.

She wondered why he was staring at her like that, this was the first time for her to see him in broad daylight too. “ Um...me ” Jared said. “ I believe there are only two of us in this office ” Skyler said. “ Oh, I'm Jared Thompson ” Jared introduced himself to Skyler. “ You've told me your name before ” “ Right, i’m Lucif.... Lucas PA, personal assistant ” “ Were you going to say Lucifer ? ” Skyler said to see Jared's wide eyes. Does she knows ? “ No, hehe ” Jared laughed. “ I'm just kidding ” Skyler and and Jared breathed a sigh of relief.

It's been weeks since Jacquelin, Jared's mom, got discharged from the hospital. She's currently on a wheel chair because she's having a hard time breathing if she walks, and their family doctor adviced her to use wheel chair for the meantime. Jared left work early to have a dinner date with her mother before she fly to Paris. He left some of his paperworks to his secretary. It's just five in the afternoon when he decided to leave his work, too early for his usual out which is around seven or eight in the evening.

"Jared." "Yeah?" "Did you mute me on Instagram?" He went quiet for a few seconds. "I've been really busy lately, so I haven't had the time to look at my phone." Hearing that, I sneered inwardly. He had used that excuse a thousand times. But I didn't bother arguing. Instead, I just hung up. I opened Instagram. My latest post from yesterday stared back at me. "I ended things with Jared. Ten years, and this is where it ends."