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His last statement totally shattered my life, ballet is the only thing I love to do then because of a fucking accident everything vanished, including my brother I stared at the middle of nowhere trying to process everything. I lost my brother then suddenly I lost my career and totally I lost everything Just because of one event I wasn’t the same anymore

The harder I fought for air, the deeper I sank. Now, I’m nothing but a wreck. My body is failing—holes in my lungs, cracks in my mind. Every day, I chased monsters, burning through what was left of my sanity, my health, my soul. I thought it would bring peace, but it only left me hollow. I ruined everything. Everything.

"Hmm... I believe you, but you have to pay for it." "I'll give you money as soon as you let me go." "I don't want money." "I'll be your baiter." "How do you know what a baiter is?" "I... read Wattpad books, so I just thought." "OK. Your work starts tonight." "Can you let me go? Why do you always touch me. Don't you have a girlfriend?" His eyes darkened. "That's not your business, now is it?" I was already living with heart ache. How can he easily touch another woman?

She stared at the thick stack of papers in Marcus’s hands, a chilling dread washing over her. “She’s making it up! She has to be lying!” Lucia screamed hysterically, pointing a trembling finger at me. “Don! Emma! Don’t believe her! How could she possibly create a billion-dollar proposal? She doesn’t even have access to the core data for the Brooklyn docks! She’s a liar!” At that moment, the system comments, visible only to me, were in an uproar: [Holy shit! What a plot twist!] [Didn’t the main character say she switched it? The villainess should have a blank page. What the hell is going on?!]

That fantasy died the second the door opened. *** The apartment looked nothing like before. The Persian rug I'd had someone bring back from overseas was gone. In its place—muted light gray. The famous paintings were gone too. Now some anime character I didn't even recognize hung on the wall. The pink plush bedding Selene used to love? Replaced by black-and-white checkers. Same layout as before I left. Everything else—unrecognizable. Familiar. But wrong. I stood there, awkward and silent. Selene noticed and gave a casual explanation. Almost kind.

Everything is perfect, everything is expensive, and everything is empty. What is the use of all these things if he can’t just love me the way I love him? The thought enters my mind unbidden, and I let out a long, jagged sigh. I have given him everything—my time, my loyalty, my heart—but it feels like I am living in a museum dedicated to a marriage that doesn't actually exist.

The throbbing in my belly was a cruel reminder that the potion Nom forced on me had stolen my unborn pup. It was a sick joke. The pup I had yearned for was snuffed out by its own father. I spent days in the hospital, but Nom was a ghost, never showing his face. On discharge day, I laid all my cards on the table with the Pack Council, laying out the grim evidence of my parents' demise and demanding they cut the Mate Bond tying me to Nom.

(Elisa’s POV) I loved how my life turned out. One minute, I was lying beside the road with a bullet wound from people I thought were my friends, and here I was living a life of crime and loving it. I looked at my watch, realizing how late I was to get to the restaurant, and said, “I have to go. I need to run the books for my bar and restaurant.” I turned to Lorenzo and asked, “Are you coming?” I asked since he had insisted on tagging along.

"Poor Louisa… getting out of the mountains is hard enough without being bullied." … By the time she finished, I had officially become the campus villain. That night, a pinned and trending post shot to the top of the school forum—'Expose Finance Freshman Mallory Leighton and Her Bald Middle-Aged Sugar Daddy.' The anonymous thread claimed I was being kept by a fifty-year-old man. My silver basin was labeled a fetish prop. My skincare was "payment". The jacket was a "bonus after exercise". It even included a blurry photo of me outside the dorm, taken secretly. And the tone—there was only one person who would write something like that: Louisa.

EVERYTHING. I am really grateful. I know you guys want daily update but.. My life situation doesn't allow me to do that T___T I am trying though! I really AM! QAQ See you guys in the next chapter. Love and Peace! (^o^)v Meodia Roze