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“Have I ever treated you badly? I never let you go hungry or without clothes. What right do you have to blame me? Every time I see you, I think of your father’s bloated corpse. If it were not for you, he could have lived a happy life with me.” She cried until she was completely broken. I could not tell whether she was mourning Jessie or my father. Having received my answer, I simply smiled helplessly. I had long learned how to love myself. No matter the outcome, it no longer mattered. Yet I still thought of my past self. My childhood had been one of neglect and abuse. I leaned close to Mom’s ear and whispered, “Actually, I knew all along that Jessie had planned to use the money to buy a bike

We heard thuds and groans of pain now and then, but we got used to hearing sounds of pain ever since we were young that we just ignored it. Did I feel sorry for them? No. Did I want to help them? Also no. I can’t lie and pretend that I’m having an epiphany right now. They’re just reaping what they sow. They’ve left bruises and scars on all of us. Scars that can’t be removed just as easily as the scars that were left on our skin. Seeing their downfall was a breath of fresh air. “He’s hot,” Clementine says, looking at her nails. “Seems rich too,” Olive adds, sneaking glances at me as I finish fixing their bags. “He single, Viy?”

"Not even single second till last year... And that's why i said that you can't get any insights from me because I don't know anything..." Dom frowned. "Till last year?" "Yeah! I got into accident last year and lost my memory..." She answered. Dom looked at her like he is in deep thoughts. "You don't remember!" He wonder why both of them are in the same boat. He tossed the book on the desk and stormed out of the library without saying anything. "Weird as fuck!" Grace scawled. She was about to close the book but one letter slide down from the book. Grace looked at the letter confused and picked it up.

"I thought you'd repeat the mistakes of so many women, waiting until a man had bled you dry, until you and Harrison had torn each other to shreds, until every last drop of love had curdled into hate before you finally gave up." I shook my head and gave a relieved smile. "It won't come to that." It really wouldn't come to that. When disappointment and deception pile up to a certain point, leaving becomes a form of liberation. Five years was far too long. So long that now, I couldn't even be bothered to waste an ounce of hatred on Harrison. I changed the subject. With a hint of regret, I confessed to my mother, "Mother, I read through the family succession documents you sent me on the plane. U

I could clearly remember how he tossed the food I brought to him on the trashcan. Every. Single. Day. The hammering sensation of my heart instantly died down as soon as I remembered the past—especially when he had humiliated me in front of everyone and announced the dissolution of our bond at grandma’s funeral while bringing his mistress. “It didn’t matter,” I said coldly, taking the bowl from his hand as I sat back down, unbothered—while the silence between us grew sharp enough to cut.

I honestly never imagined that Grace would turn against me like this and try to embarrass me and create a scene in the midst of the entire staffs in this mansion. I genuinely really loved this girl and I took her as a sister not knowing she was a harbouring hatred towards me because she and Emilio never worked out. And more so, she was the one feeding him lies about me. God! She is such a two faced bitch! "You disgust me to the bone I swear. Where did Emilio pick you up from?! Whether you accept it or not, you are a shameless slutty whore bought in a disgusting trade. You are worst than I am because you sell your body and pretend like a saint!" Grace reviled, anger coursing through her words

he said. "And I'm only going to break their hearts after the three months is over. Haven't you thought if that? Your family is going to hate me when we finally part ways, it would be worse for them to discover that I was only a grade higher than a prostitute you hired," Grace said, frankly. She didn't know what was wrong with her, but she hated her background so much now more than she ever did. Why did Enrique have to be so goodlooking, born into a wealthy family and good-natured and she ended up being born to drug addicts who dug their own graves?

"I don't need your charity of fake goods anymore. I was going to leave you for a while before dealing with you but I can't take your bile-inducing attitude anymore. I will bring all your gifts to you, you can do whatever you want with them, scum!" Zach stayed frozen in his seat unable to wrap his head around how things had suddenly developed to this. When has she become so cold and decisive? Dealing with people who offended her? Has she always been like this or did this happen after her accident? Did she find out the reason behind the accident and who plotted it? No way, she can't find out! He watched her retreating figure without daring to say a thing until she had left. His phone went off

“What’s happening?” Before we could answer, both our phones started ringing. Alexander. Ethan. My parents. The PR team. The fort suddenly felt less like protection and more like a futile shield against reality. I clutched Nick’s hand as the calls kept coming, watching our peace crumble under the severity of Grace’s revenge. She’d finally done it—exposed every secret, every vulnerability, every complicated thread of our relationships, and now all we could do was watch it burn. James pressed closer, sensing the tension. “Are the bad people winning?”

Under normal circumstances, he told himself as he took the few steps that led to her door, but there was nothing normal about their story, he needed to see her and talk to her. Inside, Grace was battling under a storm of frustration. “No!” she wanted to scream, but the shock had her sitting mute on top of the covers of her double bed, courtesy of Mark and the ranch or whoever the hell he was. How did he know who she was? She had concealed her identity so carefully. After Nickolas’s death on their honeymoon, she had reinvented herself. That was why she had moved to the states and married that stupid fool, Owen; she knew that if she was carrying someone else’s surname, no one would give her a