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“I’m not fucking perfect, Ronan. I’ve spent my whole life trying to be. And it’s exhausting. It’s a lie.” He says nothing, just stands there, dripping and waiting. “My mom thought if I just stayed calm, got good grades, smiled enough, kept the younger kids quiet, it would stop dad getting angry.” Ronan is looking shell-shocked. “If I was flawless, then good things would follow. But they never. They just fucking never. Then I rush into a fairytale because we’re being goofy together, and he loves me not being perfect.” “Serena…” “Then I get to Hale Mansion and I have to be perfect again. And I’m pregnant. Everyone loves me until I lose the baby. Then I’m like a disease to them.”

She knew I wanted to talk because she let out a sigh and started speaking. Don't speak. I know what you're going to say, and yes, we had a thing in ninth grade before he moved away, and yes, he was gentle, and no, I am not a virgin." "That's what you wanted to know." She said, tears in her eyes, and her eyes were red from tearing up. I know I should have never listened to him." But, God, I was so stupid I was giving something not freely!" She said, crying. I didn't want to see her crying, so I pulled her into a hug, and I could feel my body heating up, angry from how he treated her and just left and not saying why and never keeping in touch.

"I can't ask her about her personal life. There's a limit to how far I can go." "Okay, I can imagine what you're trying to say," I stand up and challenge him with my gaze. "She's the type of woman who likes to live alone and not with her whole family," his gaze doesn't leave mine, and he tries to decipher what I mean or if I'm just joking. God, I don't understand why I'm telling him about Lucero's life!

I kissed his lips. “I guess so.” I said as I hopped into the shower. We arrived at the hospital together. Glenn had told Will exactly where to go the night before so we walked in and up the elevator to the third floor. It was just going to be the three of us and a few other techs that helped with the project. It wasn’t too business-y but it wasn’t too informal either. All of us had a lot riding on this leg. Not to mention the candidate I had picked after I sifted through file after file. I had originally picked a young male soldier who was injured in action, but he willingly gave up his candidacy when I mentioned the other candidate’s name. She was a mom of three. She had to stay at the clin

Letting someone else know about Caden didn't do him any good, it just added to his list of haters, Caroline loathes him now. "I wasn't against us going." Today's Friday and we are free, we both have zero classes today, so instead of staying home watching Arrow reruns, we decided to go Job searching. It's not like I need money desperately but I'll be saving it up. My family and I aren't really on good terms, all they focus on is my elder sister, Perfect, who, just like her name, is the perfect daughter to them, and I, not so much. "I was just confirming" She huffed "I need to get a Car, you need to get one too. I can't believe we'll be taking Public Transport"

Especially tonight, as I’m battling with myself about whether I should just admit that I have real, deep feelings for her or keep pretending that all we are is just a fling. “How is it possible you’re so perfect?” she asks. “The only perfect one between us is you, Lucy baby. And I ask myself almost every second of every day how I got so lucky to have someone as perfect as you even give me the time of day.” She playfully bites her lip as she shakes her head. “No, you’re perfect, Callahan Hastings. Everything you do. The night you planned tonight, the way you even recruited Jude and Charlotte’s help. The way you still paid the chef you’ve had for years for an entire summer and then paid me dou

Freya wondered. “So, she’s like that female lead in romance novels who leaves behind her privileged life to work for the man she loves,” Geneva remarked. "Classic." Freya turned to her assistant, eyes narrowing. “Geneva. This isn’t a story of a girl who gave up everything for her one-sided love.” With conviction, Freya added, “This is a story of a perfectionist woman who searched the ends of the world to find love, only to find it right under her nose!”

The woman on the other end responded coldly, sounding somewhat annoyed. I gripped my phone, almost ready to cry. "Holly, did you see today's livestream?" After three years, I had finally seen hope. Holly scoffed. "Of course, I saw it. Louis, you abused your wife, your savior. Aren't you afraid of karma?" My heart skipped a beat, and I asked, "Didn't you watch tonight's livestream?" She answered impatiently, "Even with hidden cameras, we still respect privacy. It automatically cuts off after nine at night."

By midnight, I finally put my phone down and fell asleep. ... After a year of hard work, I was accepted into the physics program at Valmonte University. Just as I was starting to feel happy again, the fake-death agency called. "Ms. Lane, I'm sorry. Adrian is looking for you." The representative sounded tense. "Someone posted a photo of you online. Adrian saw it and is convinced you're still alive. He has already traced the matter back to us." I had expected this day might come, so I answered calmly, "It's fine. I expected this."

After catching my supposedly frigid wife, Emmy Winslow, aroused by our household robot butler, I swallowed my disgust and sent the machine to a destruction facility. I never expected that decision to cost her life. On the way to chase after the robot, Emmy was involved in a horrific car accident and died at the scene. From that day on, I became notorious in our social circle as the jealous husband who drove his wife to her death. Five years passed. Night after night, I tortured myself by wondering if she would still be alive had I not been so petty over a machine. Until today, while discussing business at a private club, I passed a half-open VIP suite and heard one of Emmy's closest frie