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Since when being shameless is something can be proud of? Mia sighed: "Actually, I feel that this girl is rather handsome. Even though she knows that the possibility is low, but she has tried. After all, there was almost no chance of Mr. Mendez noticing her amidst the crowd of people. But when she stood up and showed the banner, she stood out from the crowd. " After Mia said this, Emilie nodded her head in approval: "This way, although her actions are shameful, if she can make Mr. Mendez fall in love with her at first sight, this method is still feasible."

Her scent lingered — sharp with nerves, sweet with pride, tinged with something hotter that made my wolf salivate. Zee prowled inside me, claws scraping. We need her. Now. Not like this, I bit out, my jaw tight. Not when she’s trembling. Not when she’s embarrassed. Then when? he demanded. My chest ached. Because the truth was, I didn’t know. When she stepped out again, drowning in my shirt, cheeks still pink, I nearly lost it. She looked so small, so fragile — but her eyes burned with something fierce. Ember cackled, hugging her tight. “Legendary. Absolutely legendary.”

“Of course you do.” Her voice was warm and certain. I blinked in surprise. “You’re not… shocked?” “Well,” she said with a small laugh as she pulled back, “maybe a little.” “But mostly I’m proud of you.” I stared at her. “Proud?” “Esme,” she said gently, brushing a strand of hair away from my face. “You’re special.” The word made something inside my chest tighten. “I mean that in the best way,” she added. “You’ve always been stronger than you realize.”

he said looking and sounding arrogant, his words made Emma laugh so hard to the extent her cheek hurts, Jose was so delighted with his wife's happiness that he wanted to do anything for the girl just for her to laugh more. Jose even though being calm and collected most time, there were also times when he is arrogant and cocky, and Emma referred to his cocky handsome self than his collected self because there was something special about Jose when he is cocky that made people attracted to him, it's just that he doesn't know that.

Emma. The name rolls off my tongue like a curse, and I hate how much it haunts me. She’s a constant ache inside me, a reminder that I can’t control everything in my life. But that’s the thing—I control everything, everyone, except her. She’s the one thing that has the power to break me.

“You got so angry last time I tried.” Kelanar looks sad and nods. “Sorry, I was just frustrated.” “Maybe I was showing a little cowardice myself. Embrace the fact that you are a woman. You can’t hide it, and it does not affect you in any way that truly matters.” “ Well, like I said, I am going to show the world that I can be a warrior and a beautiful woman too. So, I think I have embraced it.” She spots the town, and it is so much bigger than she was expecting.

It was like a trophy or a raffle draw ticket to a better life and prestige in the ranks. But Emilia felt different. I couldn’t help noticing that she didn’t cower at the mention of my status or become patronizing in order to curry favor in my sight. She rather held her chin up high and proud, like a wild flower. It would give me joy to tame her, to ride on the wave of her storm and come through unscathed. You’re in love, silly. Stop being poetic about it. I smiled at the thought of being in love with Emilia. I imagined holding her in my arms as we watched the ocean tide recede and dance along the shore.

“That takes a lot of courage.” Emma offered me a small, grateful smile before her expression turned slightly hesitant once more. “Actually, Hannah, there’s another reason I wanted to speak with you tonight…” She drew in a deep breath, seeming to steel herself before she spoke. “For a long time, I was incredibly envious of you,” she admitted, her cheeks flushing slightly. “Not just of your beauty, but of your confidence and the way you carried yourself with such poise and grace. I found myself constantly comparing my own looks, my body, my accomplishments to yours, and always coming up short in my own mind.”

she adds. Krish pauses, both Chia and El are not gathered closer to us, listening intently at my prospects. Or my doom. "Emilio, son of the Paragon Throne leader. He lives up to his region's name. Number one in everything he does. Perfectionist. To an annoying level. From what I could get, he's a bit of a narcissist and can come off as egotistical," Krishy bites her lip and squints her eye. She knows how much that trait would get to me.

no I am more than that, I am unique, I am a genius ** I stood up under Charlotte's glare as she fumed cursing at me. I found Michael and our boys as I smiled at them... I am no longer afraid or ashamed of myself, I am Emma Clark and my dreams are within my reach.