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" I challenged. "Look at me and tell me you don't feel anything... And then I'll call you a liar." A snarl ripped out her throat, and she stepped forward. Always so proud. Her honour was everything. "I am not a liar. " "Then admit it. There's something here." She growled again, "their cant be. That's impossible. Ben," Fury hit me like a ton of bricks. "Right. Ben. Your so-called soul mate. Did you ever plan on telling me or was that not on your schedule?"

And my fucking driver. Holy F.U.C.K!!!

On my feet. Fuck.

he whispered. Who is this new gorgeous creature? ***** STFU - Shut the f*ck up GTFOOH - Get the f*ck out of here DILLIGAF - Do I look like I give a f*ck FYFI - For your f*cking information IDGAF - I don't give a f*ck FO - f*ck off GTH - Go to hell

She still struggled wildly, shouting at the air, "Where are the messages? The pop-up messages! Kill her! Send messages to kill her!" Yet all that answered her was the cold click of handcuffs. Sienna and Callum were arrested and imprisoned on multiple charges, including kidnapping, illegal computer system intrusion, and intentional assault. Due to the massive amount of money involved, the extremely heinous nature of their crimes, and the public pressure from the live stream, both were sentenced to life imprisonment. I heard that in prison, Sienna lost her mind. She constantly shouted at the air and frantically tapped her fingers in the empty space, as if still sending those vicious pop-up mes

Undetectable by standard assessment methods below Domain King rank. The System notes: Host now has a functional concealment technique. The System also notes: Host should have had this six hours ago. The System acknowledges the sequence was suboptimal. --- "The sequence was suboptimal," I repeat. --- The System stands by the outcome. --- The outcome was acceptable.

@GossipGoddess: “He’s never been spotted with a woman before. Ever.” @BillionaireWatch: “She’s clearly pregnant.” @SocietySnitch: “My cousin saw them arguing in Milan last month. #SoftLaunchFails” I groan into my pillow. I’m not pregnant, and I’ve never been to Milan. Let’s see what Instaglam has to say. There are over 900 DMs. Some are congratulatory. Some are... colourful. One just says “Liar.”

“Are you okay?” His brows furrowed. Yeah. That may well have been one of the craziest questions I have ever asked. Just as I was about to correct myself, Zaine stepped away. “Fucking wonderful.” He mumbled. “My life is falling apart. I am on the path to losing my best friend. So, yeah, all is fucking great.”

The Logic-Gate of the Blackmail Cassandra leaned forward, her "Model-like" curves casting a "Dominating" shadow on the table. "My brother is 'Liquidated.' Ethan has 'De-materialized' our family's 'Functional' assets. I have nothing left but the 'Friction' of my rage. If we can't have the empire, we will at least ensure that Ethan’s 'Hard-Reset' in North Carolina is a 'Total Sector Failure'." "What’s the 'System-Plan'?" Victor asked, his "Dishonest" mind already counting the "Zero-Point" credits.

Not quite the right word. The truth was, Damian had never understood Michael’s actions. He had always considered his brother immoral, debauched, and utterly lacking in principles. Even amidst wartime hardships, while the nation suffered, all Michael cared about was his lust and his drinking. He had ultimately met his end from an infectious disease he contracted during one of his reckless escapades. And with no direct heirs, the title of Duke of Hartess had passed to Damian, the only remaining brother and, much to the country’s delight, its war hero.