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I exploded. “You waver in your feelings and have no clear understanding of the world. Without your looks and wealth, you’re nothing but a fool!” “Shut up!” Justin shouted, taken aback by my words. He had turned red with anger and glared at me fiercely. I held back my tears, trying to speak as calmly as possible. “The gemstone on this ring is mine, and I want it back. You can keep the band.” Justin turned his head away with a cold grunt. “Fine.”

I should also keep that I work for this company as a secret. It was okay with me because I am really planning to go back to school. I thought the contract signing meeting would end. Ms. Heart also mentioned how to distribute my wages. She suggested that she would introduce herself as a philanthropist. She will inform my parents that I will only work for her before the next semester starts. She is a kind-hearted woman. I was thinking about a plausible explanation about where I got an enormous sum of money. Before they sent me home, she gave me books that have 2 volumes. Its title is Persephone’s Pomegranate, a novel it based the game on.

My wife, Ally Martin, is a CEO who's convinced that every man who married her only wanted her money. Any expense of mine over a hundred dollars has to go through her for approval first. I loved her enough to become the man standing quietly behind her empire. But the day I got into a car accident, she turned down my three-thousand-dollar surgery request. "Do you have any idea how many people live on three thousand dollars a month? I don't make money so you can leech off me!" The surgery came too late. My hand was left permanently disabled. I'd only just come off the operating table when her childhood friend, freshly back from abroad, posted on Instagram. The photo showed off a watch wort

] I typed back a single emoji: a smiley face. 'Good luck with sales, Aunt Sandra.' On the fourth day, I went live on schedule. Aunt Sandra's followers flooded my stream to cause chaos. [Don't buy here! The other place has it for nine dollars, this one's thirty-nine! Total ripoff!] [Scam streamer! Everyone, get out!] I picked up the garment calmly. "Take a look, everyone. This is our custom line. It comes with an authentication mark and a registered patent. The fabric is nano-grade. Abrasion-resistant and waterproof."

I stomp my way over to her. "Dr. Cho," I start, staring her down. "I ordered two of my men, one of which is now stuck in IronWall, to break you out. I had another one break into Giga-Tech to retrieve your work on the metal mixture formula. I had a fourth distracted the OutCasts while I personally retrieve the flash drive. Almost all of my men are in IronWall Prison because of the OutCast. Because of you! And yet, here you are, repaying the debt, by taking note?" I push her aside and slam my arms on the table. Tossing everything, including her precious notes onto the floor, I grab her the shirt collar and pull her close so she is mere inches from me.

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They knocked down the bodyguards following me and rushed us onto a private jet. As the familiar city faded into a tiny dot below us, I took out my SIM card and snapped it in half. May we never meet again, in this life or the next.

"Is it that noticeable?" He knew it too; he was burning the candle at both ends. Resolved to help, I strode to the front desk to book him a room, only to find out they were all booked up. Gilbert hesitated, his lips pressed tightly together before he spoke. "Thanks a lot, but you know it's the high season for tourists in Francoria. Hotel rooms are like gold dust, and you shouldn't splash out on my account. Just head back and catch some z's, okay?"

At the start of graduation season, my boyfriend took more than two hundred photos of Madison Vale. Chase Whitman was president of Westbridge University’s photography club. He knew how to find flattering light and how to coax people out of stiff smiles. Madison stood beneath the maples outside the library in a white dress, her graduation cap tucked under one arm. “Am I taking up too much of your time?” she asked. Chase checked the last few shots and smiled. “You make my job easy.” When it was finally my turn, he barely looked at me. “Stand by the tree.” He clicked the shutter twice and lowered the camera. “Done.” I stared at him. “That’s it?” He turned the screen toward me. In one photo my ey

"Giselle, it's hard finding jobs these days. Maybe you should just apologize to Benny and make up." I didn't even bother responding to her. I simply looked at Benjamin with a cold smirk. "I quit yesterday. Didn't you know?" He froze for a moment, then immediately denied it. "Resignation requires my approval and seal. I didn't receive any resignation letter yesterday, and I never stamped anything. How could you possibly have quit? "Is this another one of your little games to get my attention?" I chuckled and pulled out my resignation letter, which had an official stamp. "And what about this?"