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I reached for it, my trembling hands grasping the fragile message that held the key to Aurelia's thoughts. With a mix of anticipation and trepidation, I carefully unfolded the paper. Trembling, I held the paper in my hands, the weight of Aurelia's words sinking deep into my soul. As I read her plea to return to her pack, the realization of my own failings crashed over me like a tidal wave. How could I have been so blind to the pain I had caused her? Guilt and remorse gnawed at my conscience, their relentless grip refusing to let go.

Kira growled. “Oh fuck” Guila cussed under her lips as she stood up from the couch. “I'm sorry. Take care, we will talk later.” Guila said as she walked away. Kira fired a deadly stare at me before heading out of the room with Guila. I reclined on the couch and sighed wondering what possibly Antonio might have gone through. I picked up the book I had picked from the shelf. I realized it was an Italian book that teaches Italian. I started flipping through the pages even though the words in it made my head ache. A picture fell on the floor out from the book. I picked it up and saw a picture of a lady. She was so beautiful with dark curly long hair. I looked behind it, there was a write-up.

"And a typo is simply an asset that hasn't been properly audited." The Great Reconciliation The middle of the chapter was a surreal, agonizing descent into the origin of our suffering. The Author didn't wait for us to cross the ink-well; she brought the desk to us. With a single, heavy strike of her palm against the ivory keys, the chasm began to fold inward like a closing book. The black mirror of the ink-well rose up, wrapping around Xander and me until we were no longer standing on iron type-set, but floating in a zero-gravity void of pure text.

I smirked and answered, “Of course, I know it. No man is perfect." “When you ran out of the room naked, I followed you. And has it ever occurred to you that I saw Zed entering your room? Your saint husband is a devil, Miss Jakara, don’t you know about that? He’s the one who ruined you and caused you to forget everything, even your name!"

“Don't think for one minute I have forgiven you for fucking my mate. You disgust me! The only reason why I haven't drop-kicked your ass out of here is because of that innocent pup inside your filthy belly.” Tara, visibly shaken, took a seat across from me. Her eyes were downcast, remorse etched across her features. "I understand that you're angry, Catarina," she began, her voice shaky. "And I'm truly sorry for what I did. If I could turn back time, I would." As the room swirled with tension and anger, I struggled to regain control of my emotions. The darkness within me threatened to consume everything in its path, fueled by the betrayal and hurt that had festered for so long.

I ask, faltering in my step as I rush over to where he seats, his agitation slowly rubbing off on me. Ed squeezed his eyes shut. “Apparently, there’s a video of Tanya saying you coerced her into taking her books, something about you not being the real owner of the books you published?” He groans. I let out a bitter laugh, fisting my palms tightly. I clenched my fists so hard I felt my nails digging into my palms. Now I knew why Xavier asked me to buckle up That conniving scheming thwart. Tanya and Steve hadn’t just betrayed me. They were joining hands with the devil to destroy me.

I said with my blood boiling. “ Oh shut up. You know nothing of the law. The only culprit here is you. You were the one that gave him the tea. The only reason why I even believe a word from your mouth is because you're too weak to be capable of murder. Besides, the testimony of the servant won't matter when Cynthia denies ever having an extra candle. Best case scenario, you get hanged with the servant and everyone goes their peaceful way. “ Lupita said. A knock on the wall rescued me from giving Lupita a piece of my mind.

"I let it happen. I... I didn't say no. It's my fault. And now I feel like I've hurt Efrain, like I've done something wrong..." Stella looked worried as she reached out to wipe Marissa's tears. "No, Marissa," she said firmly, her voice full of care and anger. "You didn't do anything wrong. Even if you were vulnerable, Juan had no right to use you. It's not your fault. You're not a bad person. Juan manipulated you, but you're not to blame." Stella's words made Marissa's heart ache, her own guilt adding to the burden she carried. "But I still feel guilty," she admitted.

I tend to keep my mafia books light but this one will be different. Fanuco Ferrero is a sick twisted man and he turns Catalina into who she is. To be able to show the extent of his damage, some themes can't be avoided. Please DON'T IGNORE this warning and complain about it in the future. For those who decide to proceed, thank you for your support.

He couldn’t touch my dad because he was untouchable, so he went after the next best thing, me. He knew of my one weakness and he took advantage of it. He got into Taya’s head and he stole her away from me. But if he thought that he could win like this, he was dead wrong. I waited for the right time to expose him and what a dirty piece of shit he was to Taya. And once she read the files I’ve gathered, she’d come to her senses and return to me. Just like that night after the play. But after she read the files, instead of coming to her senses, Taya responded with, "Why are you telling me all this?"