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I leaned into him, resting my head against his chest wrapping my hands around his torso listening to his heartbeat. "Talk to me then," I whispered and he went silent for a couple seconds before saying. "You know when I was younger my dad always told me stories about how my mother left, he used to tell she choose another family over us and that she didn't love us anymore and when I reconnected with her and I saw her with her family I assumed it was the truth,"

"Miss, hold on. We will save you." I fought to keep my eyes open, refusing to let myself slip into unconsciousness. However, my awareness began to fade, and I could feel the warmth of my blood draining away. A tear slipped from the corner of my eye, and in that final, fleeting moment before darkness took me, I wondered why it hurt so much. Despite spending seven years as his wife, when it came down to life and death, he chose someone else without a second thought. In the haze, I heard someone calling my name.

POV: Mia Before Ella walked into our lives, I was the one who mattered most to Leo and Max. I came from an old mafia family from Italy, but when I was fifteen, I insisted on moving to New York to attend high school with my cousin. My father initially opposed it strongly, but he eventually got too busy with family affairs to keep calling me home. That was when I met Leo and Max, my cousin’s classmates. They tagged along with him every day to pick me up after school.

But we only had 150 years with them before Stephanie died the first time. I thought I had lost her. I mourned her until the day I saw her again. It was about 550 AD when she died when she was killed during what is now know as the Gothic War. I mourned her until I saw her in 650 AD. In Britain of all places. She was again walking down a cobblestone path. But I did the same thing. I dropped to my knees and wept. I had her for a short time and then 100 years later it happened again. It has repeated itself over the course of history. No one had answers, but she has always remembered who I was. Who we are and were.

The house will be stormy, maybe even reach him ears. But... it's not exactly unilateral maybe it's just a step towards another page. For example, you are living your life at this moment, and I am also living my other life. We are like two parallel lines that do not collide or exist in the other person is life.

“First, you ruin my job by getting us fired. Then you ruin my new home by living here. What else can you ruin in my life?” “It’s no picnic for me having you here either, you idiot,” she told him, narrowing her eyes at him. “I didn’t ask for someone who goes around accusing me of things I didn’t do, moving in here and making my life miserable. And, just so you know, it wasn’t my article that got you fired. It was that your drummer and bassist couldn’t keep it in their pants! Roger, the club’s owner, didn’t appreciate his patrons being hit on by them!”

Surprise and disbelief mingled on her face, her eyes wide with incredulity. As Rosella leaned back, a wistful smile danced across her lips, memories of her youth flooding back like waves crashing against the shore. "Baby, when I turned eighteen, I already had lost my virginity," she chuckled, a hint of mischief in her voice. Her laughter echoed in the room, mingling with the soft melody of Arina's discomfort. Arina's response was curt, her eyes fixed on a distant point beyond the room. "I'm not interested in anyone, mom," she murmured, her words carrying a mix of determination and uncertainty. She retreated into herself, seeking solace in the sanctuary of her own thoughts.

She was not ready. She did not want to know whatever it was but staring at the man, she knew she needed to know what it was all about. With her shaky fingers, Sia pressed on the button again and the video starting running. “ Tell everything from the start. ” Lucas's cold voice appeared from behind the camera again and Sia held her breath. The man glanced at someone behind the camera and turned to stare right through the camera lens again. “ I worked as a servant in Martin household. I was loyal to Luther Martin and Lily Martin. ” The man whispered hysterically as his eyes went wide probably because he was travelling back to the past in his mind.

Ah, right it’s— “Yours.” I blurted out. I can feel my face burn as I covered my mouth. Just great. Why can’t I be normal? Am I this sexually frustrated that I try to flirt with everyone I come in contact with? Or am I trying to fill the void inside of me by giving meaningless flirts that give me temporary “fulfillment”? “S-Sorry. It’s Maesie.” I stuttered as I tried to take my dignity back. FINALLY, I gave a normal answer.