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Henry smiled as he said, “I told Sophia that there is a girl who keeps hanging around me, and I don’t know how to get rid of her. I want her to be my fake girlfriend for a while. Then, I’ll show up with her and the baby in front of Yvette and hold a wedding. That way, Yvette will give up, and Sophia and I can grow closer. When the fake wedding is over, I’ll confess to Sophia right then and there.” When they heard Henry’s plan to kill two birds with one stone, everyone was impressed and started banging the table in approval. Amid the laughter, no one noticed Yvette standing outside the private room. The cake box slipped from her hands and hit the floor with a dull thud. She no longer dared to

It might be stupid, but I’m desperate. “Well, little Nevaeh, we know this because your boyfriend has made someone very angry, and we’re here to make sure he suffers,” Henry replies gruffly as he takes a couple of steps closer. I follow his movements as he continues to circle me. It’s only when their eyes begin to glow red and their hands become claws that I realize what kind of trouble I’m in.

"What do you expect me to do with this information? I don't have a problem with this rubbish you are saying." "I hate you so much," I said with so much hatred in me, and he started laughing. Is this funny to him? How heartless can this guy be? "Do you think I care? Do you think your opinion of me affects me in anyway?" He asked, and I just remained quiet. “You're just a new accessory I get to wear on my arm when I go out, so people don't think I'm heartless." "I don't think anybody is buying your nice guy act."

"You're lying to me. Let me hear the tape!" "I said no!" Henry yelled, backing away toward the door. "Forget about it, Valerie. Victoria isn't faking the marriage. She loves Jaden." Valerie walked toward him, her voice dropping dangerously low. "I know you, Henry. I've watched you for years. I know what you look like when you're angry. I know what you look like when you're frustrated." She stopped directly in front of him. "And I know what you look like when you're still in love with another woman."

In my right hand, a very expensive bottle of champagne, his favourite as well, which, I chuckled to myself, left me a little broke. I walked down the hallway of Montague tech, and then pressed the elevator button that would take me to the floor of my boyfriend's office. Today was Valentine's Day and I was going to propose to my boyfriend of three years. I know he was the one that was traditionally meant to propose to me, but he was pretty indecisive, and we had soulmate energy. Why wait any longer when we could tie the knot now? And knowing him, he'd be appreciative that I actually put my foot first, he'd say yes. We were too good together. I could feel it in my bones.

It was as if, with just a beckoning of my hand, he would give me his life. “Want to see?” The sense of danger dissipated the moment he spoke. I nodded without thinking. “Yes. Definitely.” Henry’s eyes flicked slightly, a dangerous edge coloring his tone. “Once you see it, there’s no going back. “Tattooing this spot will hurt.” I had cried like a baby the last time I had gotten my collarbone tattooed. “Then… maybe forget it.” I breathed a secret sigh of relief. Henry’s expression said, “I knew it”, but he didn’t expose me.

Francis knows he can't tell Catherine that but he has to lie to his mother to make her feel better about her not coming for Catherine's birthday party. ​"That will be nice, my son. I will let you get back to what you are doing. Take care of yourself." ​"Goodbye mom." Francis cuts the call and pockets his phone. He goes to the house to check up on the maid that Charles spilled champagne on. ​ Francis closes the living room door behind him. Catherine had created a monument to an exquisite taste. Her home was well built, beautifully decorated, a neoclassical empire in the hills of California. He sees a large portrait of the wedding photo of him and Melissa. When Melissa told him she was pregnan

I was shaking all over with anger, gripping my phone so tightly it felt like it might crack in my hand. The post was still gaining traction, and the comment section was filled with filth—vile, disgusting words that were hard to even read. "Girls these days really know how to play. Valentine’s Day with no protection, just chasing thrills." "She looks so innocent. Didn’t expect her to be this wild, roleplaying the whole ‘sister-brother’ thing."

Then, at a red light, he said, “I meant every word too. If I ever put my hands on you like that again, I don’t deserve to keep breathing. I’ll make sure of it myself if she doesn’t.” The light turned green. The city slid past the windows. I watched his profile in the dashboard glow… the healed cuts, the careful set of his shoulders, the man who had spent twenty thousand dollars and two weeks of grinding humility for a single, hard-edged okay from the person who loved me enough to stay disappointed. The clock on the ultimatum was still ticking. The stranger with the knife still existed somewhere in the dark. Ronnie’s warning still hung in the air between us like a blade of its own.

I knew he was a manipulator, but I still trusted him since I knew he could help me bring down my father. Henry looked like he was not feeling guilty. He only shrugged as if it was a trivial matter to him if I was upset or not. "I only take measures of what it means to protect one of my retainers, Dominixe. Fret not. Valerian's pack members are safe. We only appeared that they had died. The bodies your henchmen saw were those of the prisoners I used as decoys." I clenched my hands, not liking this one bit. It was hard to comprehend, but I felt broken more than ever.