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Margaret shook her hand, thanked Quentin, and left. The office door clicked shut behind her. Quentin walked to a small bar cart and poured two fingers of whiskey into crystal tumblers. He handed one to Verity. She took it and drank the entire contents in one smooth swallow. Quentin’s eyebrows rose slightly. “I didn’t realize you drank like that.” “I don’t,” she said. “Usually.” He hesitated, then poured her a second glass. She drank that one just as fast. Quentin set the bottle down and studied her. “What’s eating at you, Verity?”

“I’m saying exactly what it sounds like I’m saying,” I snarled at him. “Oh dear, there’s no need to be rude,” Verity said with a light snort. “Did I not just ask you not to disparage yourself mere seconds ago?” “Alpha, I think she’s only just stating her reality,” Verity responded with a pout. “She may have grown up favoured by Alpha Darren but it doesn’t change the fact that her mother was only just a maid and she had to survive on the pennies Alpha Darren was generous enough to slip into her hands.”

Violet leaned closer. Theodore stood beside her. “Can you read it?” he asked. “No.” She touched the indentation lightly. Not the ink. The pressure left behind. A shape. A beginning letter maybe. M. No. Violet tilted the page under the lamp. The scratched-out name caught the light. Not M. V. Her stomach dropped. Vanessa? No. Too recent. Violet stared until the letters beneath the damage arranged themselves with horrible patience. Verity. Truth. The first child’s name had been Verity.

"Mr. Valencia never put any peanut butter in the batter! I was the one who put it in. It was Mr. Blanchard who told me to do it!" Leroy panicked, but he still refused to admit it. "Erica! When have I ever wronged you? How could you just slander me like this? Don't listen to her, Mandy! She's just framing me and slandering me for something I never did! She's a snake! You can't believe a single word she says!" Erica fought back. "I'll admit that I framed Mr. Valencia, but I swear that I'm not slandering you this time! I have proof! I still have the transaction record of the 500 thousand dollars that you transferred to me!"

“Veronica is coming.” ‘So that is her name... Veronica.’ Felix thought to himself, he did not felt the slightest of fear and worry of what Cassiopeia has said. He felt excited and thrilled to meet the woman, even on the fact that she will come to destroy them. He felt to himself that he wants to claim the woman as hers. And take what he wants. All his life he always believed and knows that, he can have whatever he wants no matter what it takes.

I took the risk by pulling the door open, walking quietly into the kitchen I check through the fridge for anything I could put together easily before deciding on bread and jam. I was expecting to find Damien and Louis but it seems they left already. Spreading the jam all over the bread I welcomed the heavenly taste into my taste buds resisting the urge to moan. It seems to be pregnant comes with enhanced taste buds making your savor the flavor of every dish. You might be thinking it's just bread and jam no big deal but food means life and I don't play with life as I don't joke with my food. My phone flash brings me from my thought, checking the phone to see an incoming call making me grimace

The day the exam rankings are released and I claim the top spot is also my older sister's birthday. During the birthday party, everyone asks what she wishes for. She turns her head and looks straight at my fiance, her red lips curving into a smile. "I want first place. Can you give it to me, Professor Howard?" The man lowers his eyes, saying nothing. The next day, my name disappears from the top of the rankings. After that, I fail to place five times in a row. When I confront my fiance, he simply hands me a slice of sponge cake and says, "Your sister has it hard. If she can't place first at Imperial Academy five consecutive times, she'll be forced into an arranged marriage with that cri

We ordered dinner and watched something that required no attention and went to bed and in the morning I took the contract home to my apartment and sat with it for three days without reading it again, just sitting with the fact of it. On the fourth day I called Drea. "Come over," I said. "I need a second opinion on something." She arrived with coffee and opened the contract and read it in silence while I made eggs we weren't going to eat. When she finished she looked at me. "This is a legitimate document. Fair terms, clean exit clause, everything is equal." "I know." "And you're going to say yes eventually." "Probably." "But not today." "Not today," I agreed.

Garith just turned back to Rowan. “Now…what are we going to do with you?” Verity smirked as she slid into Rowan’s lap. “There now…doesn’t that feel better? You could have had me, you know…if you had just played ball, we could have kept you alive.” She patted his cheek, ignoring his growl. “You are so big and strong, aren’t ya?” She laughed as she stood and then swung. Her slap echoed throughout the makeshift room. “Verity, that’s enough.”

She said while forming gestures with her hand as if to draw my hour-glass body. “Thank you, Verity,” I gave her a jovial grin. “Call me, mom,” Verity Giordano, while staring at me straight in the eye, breathed. *** Gerry’s POV I love the look on Wisdom’s face—and Denver’s—earlier when I was walking towards their table. The hint of shock and unexpectedness and irritation were vividly painted on their expressions. And it made me smile. Widely and wickedly. I saw the room, the one in the corner that Ezra said where Verity will be.