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she related. “Go straight to the point,” she cut in. “Oh, mother, the truth is that Daren would not care about producing a child unless he faces extreme pressures. As you can see, Melisa has turned his heart away from us and he is unwilling to take a second wife. But if we can put him through extreme pressure, we believe he would listen to us and do the right thing,” she continued. “And what kind of extreme pressure are you talking about?” she cut in again as she looked at their faces.

, Imelda suggested, eager to hear his response. “No. That'll make me seem desperate. I'm not and will never be desperate for anyone's attention. The same way she fled from my house is the same way she will come crawling back to me by the time I'm done with her. I won't even lift a finger and she'll come back to her senses, realizing how stupid her decision to leave me was”, Desmond's deep, thunderous voice reverberated through the phone's speaker, his words trembling with uncontained fury.

Eyes closed. Was I a bad person in my past life for my life to be like this now? For the rest of the week, they only come into my room when they need me for wedding preparations. --- [Don’t you want to run away?] Amirah’s voice crackles through the phone. “Ah… I’m fine.” [Fine? Are you kidding me? You’re getting married in two days! Yes, you like the man, but we both know he hates you! What will happen to you after?]

She looks as if she’s just stepped out of a magazine — her hair sleek, her lips glossed, her perfume so thick enough to make me want to gag my throat out. “You know,” she begins, folding her arms like she’s posing for a cover shoot, “I really don’t see the point of you showing up here anymore. It’s… desperate.” She savors the word. “Yes. It screams desperation.” I blink slowly. I don’t have the strength or the interest to meet her on this childish battlefield. If there’s anyone who is desperate, she is. Right from pushing our father to threaten me to stay away from Alexander to showing up relentlessly. How disgustingly desperate.

“Nothing is more important than family, Ian. Nothing beats family.” I groaned inwardly. I was more than aware of the fact that the purpose of Desire’s whole act was for her to get enough talking time with me. Even with nearly ten years below me, she took pains to lecture me on whatever she sincerely felt I needed to know. And I could bet there was a lot I needed to know swimming about in her head, right now. “Are you set?” I asked, getting up. “Sure.” “Ian, who’s the lady?” She asked, immediately we stepped outside the house. “Desire, lets do the talking in the car.” I said, resignedly.

Desperation was the most abundant thing in my head so much so that I started to wander inside the room over and over again always the vision was blurred and bad thoughts came to my head I was feeling the biggest rejection from my family when I was supposed to have some of the support however there was a solution that would be very active at this moment and that is that I needed to It sounded crazy but at this moment it was the only thing I could think of because I was getting tired of the situation. I felt that no amount of effort would change things, even for a moment I thought that everything in my life was over that way, I searched through the shelves of the room for a handful of pills an

I uttered, knowing that I was desperate, desperate means calls for desperate measures. "No worries, I would get back to you when I've decided your fate" He conceded to my words with confusing words, I was pissed to some point wondering if he even heard a word I just said. He didn't even realize that I had no patience left in me, I wanted the information now and would do anything to get it even if it means f**king him, I would do it, and Jason would never know of it. "What do you mean?" I said hastily, glaring at Ian.

“ my dear daughter, I know I have been acting weird lately I am so sorry for that. All I can say is I love you so so so much. I have lost so much in my life and only you have been the light of my darkness and because I love you to the moon and sun I gotta leave you. It looks like my past sins have caught up with me. and the world that I have been protecting you with is wide open again and I can't let my old world know that you exist because they will try to destroy you. You are such a mature and amazing woman, I am sure you can take care of yourself. I have left details of some bank accounts here for you and the deed of two houses in your name. Tale very good care of yourself for me please t

I looked at the two of them, their movements so natural and at ease, and I felt a surge of madness as I clutched my head, desperate to leave. I stormed toward the door in anger, only to be stopped by a sudden flash of light. I sank to the floor in despair, listening to their conversation behind me. I began to pound at my chest with my hands. But I felt no pain. I felt nothing at all—no sensation of a heartbeat, no awareness of its existence.

Matheo muttered with dismay. "Chances are you’ll live," Zander said in a perfect Scottish accent, still typing on his laptop. Unfortunately. He could tell his compliance startled him because the great old cow cleared his throat, walked over to the seat in front of him, and collapsed into it like he’d been holding his breath for the past year. Which was pretty much what they’d all done since their family died. "We’re having an identity problem that causes ad space to tank." Matheo slapped the oak desk between them.