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Erica paused, realizing Candice's displeasure. With a hint of apology, she glanced at Candice, hesitant to speak. Finally, as Erica was leaving, she couldn't help but say, "I don't know why you think I'm close to Mr. Elysian, but I have to explain. We're not close at all. We had some contact before when I wanted to shoot a promotional video for Aether Corporation." Candice looked at Erica, her lips tightly pressed together. She remembered that when Erica appeared by Alex's side, Aether Corporation needed to shoot a promotional video, and Erica was one of the seven or eight models hired at the time.

The very frame of the sturdy bed shook from the impact. Aricel's beta came to wake them hours later, to extend Aricel's invitation for them to join him for breakfast. Arric asked him to give them a few minutes to get ready. The werewolf waited in the hallway for them. A few minutes later, they appeared with Eirika wearing an amethyst purple dress with an off-the-shoulder neckline. The dress was made from a luxurious fabric that draped beautifully on her shapely body and moved with grace as she matched Arric’s steps.

Irene was pouring water into glasses. Drew sat down, observing Erica. Erica's fingers were elegant, with well-manicured nails, and her skin was flawless and radiant even without heavy makeup. Her slender yet slightly curvy figure, almost 170 cm tall, made her look like a model straight out of a TV commercial. Erica also had a pleasant scent, her expensive perfume filling the room with its fragrance.

Eventually he raised a brow and Eira responded with a brief shake of her head that even she would’ve missed. She muttered a couple more fire spells, and the flames multiplied and left their place from her palms to hover in various places across the length of the room, illuminating the whole area. She felt the air leave her lungs when she spotted in the centre of the high-ceiling room a large, life-sized canvas draped in red satin. Eira felt dizzy. I’m dreaming, she told herself. Her knee joints grew weaker and she could feel something rise up her gut. Damien halted right in front of it. His eyes widened in what looked like admiration. When she looked around she found other canvases, some bla

Now, Danica could see this woman face to face. If she hadn't been in contact with Erica frequently in a short time and known her well, Danica would have believed that this woman just looked similar to those home wreckers who came lusting after Zayn years in and year out. Her face fell when she realized that it was Erica Burnett, the woman who she has been begging for an appointment to discuss the dress plan for her fashion runway. Erica had personally given her an appointment at the time, but she didn't show up then and now, Erica had refused to see her again. Seeing the woman standing there, she felt helpless. She decided to put on an act this time. Danica knew that in Zayn's memories, she

Erica: I stared at Dante in disbelief. What did he think he was doing? I grabbed the door and tried to force it open. It didn't even budge or jiggle in its lock. “Dante!" “You have nowhere to go, Erica. I had the doors replaced with anti-wirewolf steel. You can't break through. It's impenetrable." He began to walk slowly towards me and my legs began to shake. I should have come here. I should have known that it was all a trick.

Darryl said to the young guard who nodded immediately. “ Your Highness” Erica, clad in a short sultry gown, her lips painted a bloody red lipstick that accentuated her tempting lips. She was barefooted, patiently waiting for Darryl in his bedroom. She whispered with a low sultry voice that resurrected Darryl's anger immediately.

She turned around and saw a mirror on the wall before the nightstand and looked to her left to see a glass door and a big window almost covering most of the wall to represent the glaze with the sunlight. Erica looked through the windows and saw chairs were outside, beautifully seated with flowers. Looking to her right was another slide door. She took steps to it and slid it open to see she standing Before the bathroom. “oh my goodness” she gasped at the beauty of it. The walls were painted grey and gold and it had a perfect lighting. She went back to the other slid door and slid it open as she stepped out feeling the cool breeze. Erica walked further and saw a swimming pool, this time around

Emily Warner The loud knocking and my cat meowing in my face woke me up. What the damn hell? “Emily Anne Warner, if you don’t open this damned door in a minute, I swear to god I will knock it down with a bulldozer. I am not kidding you. You haven’t replied to any texts or calls in a week. At least before that you answered my texts. I am not going to leave you alone now.” I sat up straight in my bed as I could hear Danika yelling.

Matt’s paintings adorned the front room, the pieces all brilliant, bright, beautiful. “Hey! You made it.” Erica walked up and wrapped me in a quick hug. The royal blue dress she wore hugged her figure and left me feeling like a fuddy-duddy in my long skirt and flats. I needed someone to dress me daily, lest I resort back to cardigans and slacks. Life was too hectic to worry about what I had on, until Erica looked amazing in front of me again. Like today. “Of course, I made it.” I moved back and smiled. “You look wicked hot.”