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That accident years ago had all been part of a plan I'd orchestrated with the stables. I lifted my child onto Acorn's back, and with the horse's triumphant whinny, we charged into a field of flowers. From that moment on, my life was mine to claim—riding through blooms, chasing freedom, and leaving the past behind.

It was a message from Alex. [The wind looks great tomorrow. Do you want to go skydiving? Let's jump from the peak and into the sunrise.] I looked at the screen and smiled. The Alpha King of the northern territory had just freed me from all rules, and the wind of the southern territory was about to carry me into the sky.

If it delays the acquisition, can you afford the consequences? I froze for a second. That was when I remembered mentioning to my dad before that I wanted to bring Bluebell Bio Tech under the Smith Group. I had not expected him to already set things in motion. Seeing me fall silent, James Carter loosened his tie and pointed at the copy of the rental contract, speaking with complete confidence. "Since you've been paying for the vans these past three years, that means you clearly don't care about this amount of money. "I'm giving you a chance to fix this. The fine is already paid, but you must restore the shuttle service immediately.

After hanging up, Dylan nudged the ten-dollar hand cream toward me. “Jenna, Bianca really needs this job. Her livelihood depends on her hands, so this is more urgent for her. Just use this tonight, and I’ll book you another manicure after I get paid next month, okay?” I stared at the cracks along my fingertips. Then, I remembered the words I had accidentally seen in his phone memo earlier that day. [Free pass for letting Bianca hurt Jenna: 1 remaining] [If Jenna ends the relationship first, all free passes will automatically reset.]

Maisie felt grateful. As the event wound down, Joselyn took the baby home for a nap, while Bret led a group of his old classmates to karaoke. Maisie didn't want to go but couldn't resist Bret's enthusiasm. However, once at karaoke, she regretted her decision. Ethan was there. Ethan wrapped an arm around Bret's neck and patted his round belly playfully. "Did you get completely wasted tonight? Can you still drink?" Bret swayed a little but laughed. "Just you wait. I'm going to outdrink you tonight!"

Cheyenne looks at him and tries to read his expressions but fails as he has none on his face. Daniel knits his eyebrows when he sees Cheyenne walk towards a tattoo shop. The shop is dimly lit inside with a big glowing, red sign board with the shop’s name displayed on the outside of the shop. The shop is called ‘Ink Express’, the inside could be seen through the glass walls and Daniel noticed the various designs that has been drawn on the walls. Cheyenne pushes the glass door open and looks back at Daniel who is now just standing in front of the shop with a puzzled look on his face. “This is where we live.” She smiles at him. “You said you lived in a homeless shelter.” He questions her. “Just

Night had fallen. Late that night, Duncan called to tell me that Chandler was drunk at a club, and he refused to listen to anyone trying to talk to him. "Alina, please. After all these years, have a little mercy. You're the only one who can get through to him. We've tried everything, and he won't listen. If he keeps drinking like this, something bad is going to happen." I responded coldly, "If something happens, take him to the hospital. Don't call me for things like this again."

All I knew was that I was probably going to be stuck with him for the rest of my life. However, things wouldn't stay peaceful and mundane for long. Soon, I ran into my first massive problem—money. Although Marley kept telling me that I didn't have to worry about it, I still told him seriously, "Marley, I want to have an equal relationship with you. I don't want to have to rely on you and leech off of you in this relationship." Marley just nodded silently, without a word. I recalled the times back in Crenia when I used to be the lead jewelry designer in Nolan Group. I still had some leftover design sketches from back then. I just didn't know if there'd be any potential market in Ferris for th

he said mocking me, they knew the meaning of it. They knew I was a Muslim. They knew it was a necessity. Yet, they did this. I fell to the ground my long honey hair falling from the bun. I tried to yank the scarf from his feet, but I couldn't. Many took off there phones recording the whole thing. While I was numb. I deceived my god. everyone saw me and my hair. everyone was laughing when I finally succeed to pull the scarf away from his feet, it dirty stained with dirt. I pulled on my head, standing only to look at Tania, a smug look on her face.

I snapped out of my thoughts and exhaled a long, heavy breath. The memories from my past life clung to my mind and refused to fade. Back then, I had foolishly longed for some shred of motherly love from Mom. But now, I knew better. I would never make that mistake again. I had already moved out that very night and rented a new place. For extra caution, I'd also gotten a new phone number. If I was not mistaken, Jake would be getting chased by loan sharks any day now.