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My mother dragged me out of my biological father's brutality, and I thought we had finally escaped. Then she married the Don of the Falcone family. The woman who once fought to protect me completely changed. To secure my stepfather's approval and coddle his beloved Sofia, she stood by and let them turn me into a servant in the house I was supposed to call home. Every time I pushed back, they pushed harder. Every time I begged to be seen, I was met with contempt. My biological father's fists left scars on my body. This family's marks went deeper—into my bones. So I stopped. If they never wanted me there, I would stop breaking myself for their hollow approval. I

"If you believed that letting go wouldn't cause everything to fall apart." "That's naive," I said. "Maybe," Eli said. "Or maybe it's just faith. And maybe you're scared of faith because it means admitting you can't control everything by yourself." I stood up because I needed distance. The editing suite suddenly felt too small, and Eli was too close, and I was too aware of every detail about him. "I'm going to grab coffee," I said. "I'll be back in twenty minutes." "Okay," Eli said, and he didn't try to stop me. "But Adrian? Running away doesn't change what you're feeling. It just postpones it."

He moved like a snake, striking and vanishing, drawing blood from Kael’s side. Luna ran toward the nearest injured guard, dragging him to safety before turning back. Kael slammed Dren against a tree, biting into his shoulder until blood gushed. But Dren laughed. “This isn’t over, Alpha,” he hissed, and with one final swipe, he vanished into the night. --- Kael stood panting, blood dripping down his ribs. Luna ran to him, touching his side, her voice thick. “Let me help you.” He shook his head. “I’m fine.”

I took two cautious steps back, and my spine hit the wall, cold and immovable. "Aaron, don't! What are you doing?"

Izzy's POV It's finally dark outside. I get up and start working on my escape but it has to be quiet. I slide my dresser over in front of the door. I wince as it makes a noise, but I don't hear footsteps so that's a good thing. I continue to push everything in front of the door.

It was a brown big box with paper with a little writing on it. From: Happy Scholarships To: Todd Thomas ' I hope I'm happy in the end,' I muttered sarcastically and slit the seal. I opened the box and saw a white envelope with the same notes: From: Happy Scholarships To: Todd Thomas I took it and checked the back if there were any notes but found none so I just tore open the envelope and took out the letter. It was short and it looked precise. Dear Applicant Todd Thomas, We appreciate your effort and time to apply for Happy Scholarships but we regret to inform you that you were not selected among the chosen. We ask for your patience and understanding. You can apply next year and can be possi

POV Ruby Trigger Warning talk and illustration of abuse I can't believe that this is happening! How did he know that we were here?! A million thoughts raced through my brain as everyone turned to look at me. I looked at Mac and Scarlett and they nodded. Cassy leaned in and rubbed my back. I looked down and sighed with relief to see a new text from Cerise in response to the one I had just sent her.

Suddenly, did something unnecessary like that. When the hotel staff opened the bathroom door. Daisy was lying in the hot warm in the bathtub, her face seemed relaxed. There were people interrupting her relaxing, Daisy was really surprised. She sat up in a hurry, quickly asked “what’s wrong?” Dash really wanted to eat Daisy, taught her a lesson but the hotel staff tried to avoid fighting “She is Ok. That is great. Don’t need to be angry.” After that the hotel staff left. Dash rushed into the bathroom like the wind. Daisy got out of the bathroom from inside. By inertia, Daisy fell into Dash's arms, both of them plopped down on the cold floor.

I wasn’t thirsty, I just needed a break from him. “Sure, wait right here for me.” I nodded in response, then the moment his back was turned, I walked off to try to lose him in the crowd. “Want to sneak away?” whispered a light-hearted voice in my ear. I jumped, spinning around to find Alpha Alexander of the Bridgewater Pack. “That would be very inappropriate,” I responded, avoiding eye contact. “Relax,” he replied with a small laugh. “It was just a joke. You looked like you were trying to escape.”