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Drake clenched his fists into a ball as he continued to stare at Anders and spoke through clenched teeth, "Let me see it!" Anders rolled his eyes and looked at Drake as if he had two heads before saying, "Chill out, let's go sit in the kitchen with Stacey." Drake begrudgingly followed him into the kitchen and sat down, crossing him arms and glaring at both of them. Anders held out a copy to Drake, who snatched it and started to immediately read her hand written words. My Dearest Drake,

Betty's voice was barely audible as she whispered, "I know you're a good man, Mateo." Mateo's eyes dropped to her other hand, as she gently raised it placing it on his chest. He was surprised as she touched the scar on his chest. A small smile played on her lips as she said, "Beneath this torn flesh is a golden heart, but hidden by the scar of a feared man."

AFFECTION +10] [AFFECTION +10] [AFFECTION +10] Alarms rang in Scarlet's ears repeatedly, forcefully pushing her out of her lost state. Her eyes widened, and her stomach lurched. She felt her blush creeping to her cheeks as she quickly lowered her head to hide the complicated feelings in her eyes. Scarlet's hands pressed to her chest. 'What is this feeling?' She thought to herself. Her heart... seemed to have taken a hit. Scarlet shook her head dazedly and forced a smile on her face. She raised her head to meet Cyn's. "Thank you." She said as she planted a soft kiss on Cyn's chin and rested her head on his chest.

Carly nearly fainted when she heard what Tae Hee had to say , at first she was shocked and then she slowly transited to anger " Why ?! , Why?! , Why?! " she screamed " Why does she get to have him but I don't , What does she have that I don't ?!" She began to fling things across the room , destroying vases , breaking the mirror and scattering everything in sight as her parents and the maids banged on her door

I don't know how I can make it mean more. You're special to me, because with you, I can be free. I can express myself with words. I don't want you talking to other girls. But, I can tell you for sure, a part of my heart is yours. Don't think I cheated. It won't be repeated. You're my only. Don't forget that honey. - Truly, Surely, Deeply, Subhadra She kissed the end of the paper to emphasize her point. She folded the paper neatly and put it in her purse. She would give it to him the next time she saw him.

Damien's voice, a warning wrapped around one syllable. "Simply ensuring transparency," Vaughn continued, sliding copies down the table. "Messages, dated the same week he claims to have fallen for Ms Bennett. Should satisfy the trust language cleanly. Doesn't sound like love. Sounds like a man closing a deal." Murmurs moved around the table. My pulse climbed into my throat. Damien didn't reach for the folder. He stood, slow and deliberate, and the room's gravity shifted toward him. "You're right," he said. "It did start as a deal."

I take a deep breath; I have to calm myself to do it. I steady my breath, I relax my body, I think about Theon, concentrate only on him, I try to summon to my memory every detail, every emotion, every fragrance, every look, every touch... and suddenly I can feel and hear it. A heartbeat, which is so well known to me, strong and loving, even though now frightened, and finally I just know, I know that he senses me as much as I sense him. "It is Becca's doing, Full Moon's territory, please hurry" I almost feel his arms physically around me as I suddenly lose my strength and allow darkness to consume me.

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CHAPTER ONE Two sleek black sports cars pulled up in front of Pizzeria Da Laura. Two guards swiftly exited the first car, with one opening the door for a young, handsome man dressed in a black suit. His expression was unreadable, and he seems to be emitting a powerful aura. The man is none other than Richard Roberts, the third offspring of the third wealthiest clan in California. A charming, fair lady emerged from the other side of the car and rushed towards him, intertwining her hands with his and giving him a peck.

Mira closed her eyes and let him hold her, her face pressed against his chest, his heartbeat steady beneath her ear. She didn't say the words. But she felt them—burning in her chest, pressing against her ribs, demanding to be set free. I love you too. God help me, I love you too.