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" Sebastian did remember. He was 32 and still childless. He'd felt desperate. Later, he convinced himself that it didn't matter as long as I was with him. Nevertheless, he couldn't deny that he'd wavered. "Sebastian, I did carry your child once. I was three months pregnant, but when you had to choose between me and Roxanne under that slab of concrete, you saved her. "The baby must've felt it and didn't want to make things harder for me. So it left, taking with it the last of my love for you." "No… It was you?" Sebastian yelled, refusing to accept it. Hatred flashed in my eyes as I looked at him. "Yes. The person you said you bought a life for with five million was me.

He might have committed a thousand sins, but is his love for Aira a sin? Elisa and Ozrain had mutual love for each other, just like Zaden and Selena, only they are from different kind and status. Ozrain left her because his people were his priority but he never lived a happy life afterward. The moment he sees the opportunity to get her back, he didn't spare a second. Is his love a sin? When Ozrain realized that he had lost Elisa, he spent the rest of his life, looking for an unknown child. Daisy committed suicide to save her daughter. Is that not considered love?

It is also respected in society. It had hurt in the past , and it hurt now. Edim turned his face towards me and at that moment our eyes met. Ours wasn't the kind of looks that get caught like that, our story was different, it was wrong, it was a lie, it was hate. I was caught, I was not ashamed, because when our eyes met, there was a conflict, a war. He squinted his eyes in realizing that, too, while I looked at him with intense hatred. Then I turned my gaze to Simay, who was standing still dealing with the stupid questions of men. I almost vomited at this painting, which reveals that Simay's cheeky movements pretending to be embarrassed but that he likes attention.

He breathed a sigh of relief, and he hid his nervousness and anxiety by immediately hugging me, saying, "I know being pregnant is extremely taxing on you. Thank you for your hard work. After I'm done with this busy period, I'll definitely stay by your side." As he spoke, he took out a box from behind him. "My dear, I have a gift for you. Didn't you say before you liked this bag? I went to the store today and bought the latest collection for you." Normally, I would have probably accepted it as joyfully as a child would, feeling touched that he remembered my every word. But now, I knew that he was doing this simply out of guilt after cheating on me and wanted to make it up to me.

He started rummaging around the manilla folders before sliding one across the table. I opened the folder and was surprised to see a few pictures of a beautiful woman with long chestnut hair and big round dark brown eyes. Her cheeks were pink and her full lips were plumped red, she had an elongated nose that shadowed her beauty mark above her lip. On the other side looked like information about her, 5'3, Annabella Martin, loves dogs, favorite color: is pink. "What is this?" I asked laying down the folder and resting my hand on my chin. "That is my daughter, Annabella Martin, much like you I had to put her and her mother in hiding for a while, but I couldn't bring myself to live without them."

Hated how much I thought about touching her, hearing her breathe my name, seeing her break under me. Forbidden. Off limits. And yet my body didn’t care about rules. “Ricardo.” The professor snapped me out of it. I looked up slow. “Yes?” “What did I just say?” I smirked. “That half the room will fail unless they stop cheating.” Laughter broke out. The professor scowled but moved on. Matteo shook his head, grinning. “Smooth.” I ignored him, eyes narrowing when I spotted movement at the door. Valentina Russo.

Cherry sat down besides her Madeleine, while Madeleine took a seat beside Adeline. "You girls did great!" Adeline said to both of them. "Yeah, I know. Cherry can't stop boasting about it." Madeleine said laughing as she gave Cherry a nudge at her shoulder playfully. "I told you I could do it!" Cherry argued. "Great." Adeline replied with a light smile. "Did you guys enjoy your performance?" "We sure did." Madeleine said nodding. "Yeah...it was great." Cherry added agreeing with Madeleine. A few moments later, the last auction began. The item was an art piece called 'Naked Truth.' It depicted a painting of a forest and a young woman made of flowers, stretching forth her hand towards a man who

I sighed, melting into his hands. He sat up with a smile. "Well I think this did answer my question" A full grin spread ony lips and I closed my eyes. "Did I ever tell you I love you Sarafina" he whispered. I shook my head. "Nay nay" "I love you Sarafina" "I love you Jamal" * * *

Eventually he flops off to the side and closes his eyes, falling into a gentle twitching doze. I sit up to look at the mess that has been made of my thighs and the cloying shame of defiling myself threatens to spoil my bliss—until I see what he has drawn. On each thigh in the most exquisite design, two birds hold a delicate banner containing the most beautiful script. My breath is taken from me as I read the simple words: I love you.

The slap I wanted to give him this time around didn't escape him; it landed right on his face, perfectly. I stared at the artifact. It was a sculpture of a fragile lady in a worldly bent position, like when your partner is about to serve you from the back. The sculpture's legs were straight; the lady’s back arched in a manner that spelled out a lot: sexual conceit and exploring the satisfaction that comes with being intimate with someone you love. Her hands were spread wide above her head, while her mouth was open in sexual satisfaction. I rolled my eyes at the sculpture before I left the place. And do you know the worst part of all? He named the damn sculpture after me.