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Roy’s fists clenched so tightly his knuckles turned white. “The man denied the pregnancy,” Karen went on hurriedly, as though afraid she would lose the courage to continue. “He wanted nothing to do with it. He blocked me. Disappeared.” She let out a broken sob. “I didn’t want to get rid of Keon. I couldn’t. And then…” her eyes flickered briefly to Mrs. Sinclair before dropping again, “…I saw your mother’s desperation for us to get married.” Mrs. Sinclair stiffened sharply. “And I took advantage of it,” Karen admitted, her voice barely above a whisper. “We didn’t make out on your mother’s birthday. It was all a plan. I needed a father for my child. I needed security. I needed—”

Karen leaned towards him, looked him in the eye through the glass wall, and softly said into the phone, "Not for long." Adrian's eyes locked onto Karen's, a spark of intrigue igniting within them. "What do you mean?" he asked, his voice low and cautious. Karen's smile was sly and calculating. "I have a plan, Adrian. A plan to get you out of here and help you achieve your goal." Adrian's grip on the phone tightened, his mind racing with possibilities. "Go on." Karen's voice was barely above a whisper. "I've been gathering resources, building connections. I can get you out of here, but you have to promise me one thing."

Karen answered but from her tone you could tell that she was already amused by much questions. They walked silently to the shop where they found an old woman at the counter reading an old magazine. When she noticed their presence, she immediately stood using her crotches and her wrinkled face shone with a smile. Karen looked around the whole old shop as if surveying at what to buy and what not to buy, Chester stood near a corrugated iron door in silence while looking at them in surprise.

“Love is like a unique language... that the right person can only understand and read... if you can’t read that language, you are not the right one...” Nora looked sharply towards Karen and smirked, “Did you also have that unique language...?” “Yes... I, too, have one,” Karen replied, smiling inwardly. “Does that language readable?” Nora said, cupping her face in her fingers and leaning against the table. Karen promptly said, “Of course it is simple... But...?” Nora asked him with questioned eyes, “What Buts... It seems your language was also unreadable by that someone.” “I lost her,” Karen answered, his face furrowed. “It was entirely my fault... I came here to look for her...”

There was a single bed, and Karen was sitting on the edge of it, fidgeting. Karen was a cute little girl, straight out of highschool in a small town, here to study nursing. I had met her at one of the LGBTQ nights on campus. She had just come out of the closet, able to explore now that she was away from home. We became friends, but I didn’t think too much of it until one night after a few too many beers at the campus bar she confessed some of her kinkier fantasies. Since then I’d been coming by once or twice a week. We weren’t dating, but I knew how she liked to be used.

Karen held her mobile phone tightly, gritted her teeth, and tried hard to speak in a calm voice. Ignoring Karen's word, Assistant Hart said mercilessly, "I heard that Miss Reed is pregnant. It's up to you to decide whether her child can stay alive." "Just wait... Hart!" Karen bit her lips hard and said, "Don't touch her. I'll exchange my daughter for her safety." "Haha..." Assistant Hart laughed sinisterly. After a long time, he stopped and said, "Miss Daly, do you really think we are fools? You are willing to exchange your daughter for this woman?"

Calvin quickly jumped up from her s bed to take his bath. "No rush Mr Calvin, I have help prepare your bath and your clothe. Your food should have been served too but I guess I'll have to ask Mrs Byers first" Karen smiled while coming out of the bathroom. "You make my bath?" Calvin asked confusedly. "Oh…" Karen said as if she just remembered something. She went to her handbag and took a file out of it. "This is the lust contract. You can read it so you will know my rights and responsibilities in your house for the next six months" Karen said and handed Mr Calvin the document.

“Mrs. Miller.” They hugged. When they pulled back, Karen looked at Kris, a shy look on her face. “Hello, Kris.” “Hello,” Kris said back stiffly. “So good to see you here, Karen,” his mother said. Karen smiled. “I always shop at Miller boutiques.” “Aww, that's so sweet. You know that you never have to pay for anything, right?” With that, she turned and called out, “Listen up, you all, this is Karen Blade. Anytime she shops here, she doesn't need to pay a dime. Just make accounts of it.”

Karen kicked him so hard that his world spun when he fell, butt first. "Karen..you." He stammered, wondering what he had done. "And I'll kick you even harder when you dare think that I care for you." She barked and went back to sit on her chair, sipping her coffee leisurely. Rasmore's wolf chuckled, and he quickly knew what he wanted to remind him of. The first day he met Karen, she had done the same thing. That day, he spilled coffee on himself while staring at the beauty. He couldn't understand why someone would be as beautiful as her. Her long black hair was tied in a high ponytail, raising her face for a clear and beautiful view. Her small nose sat comfortably, charming anyone looking at

Karen herself was aware of Raisa's sadness, so she allowed her old friend to express her feelings without disturbing her, at least sitting and accompanying Raisa was far better than demanding her tell what had actually happened. Karen deliberately went to Jakarta after taking a try out and next week's school exams started because before she was busy she wanted to visit Raisa because she had a bad feeling yesterday in Yogya when she saw Raisa come home with a gloomy expression plus when she got a short message reply from Raisa without emoticons as usual . And sure enough, Karen was lucky to find Raisa before the woman went further to find the mafia that she once knew was the killer of Raisa's