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Thora shot Liam a conspiratorial glance and murmured under her breath, "Mr. Cole, you've got some guts..." With a smirk, she scooted back to her desk and got down to business. Liam settled back into his chair, idly thumbing through a magazine he had snagged from a shelf, his eyes glazing over with boredom. Ten minutes ticked by before Sunniva's stunning assistant burst through the marketing department's doors, her presence like a whirlwind. That day, Holly was clad in a chic, beige business suit that hugged her curves in all the right ways. Her legs, encased in sheer black stockings, could make anyone's thoughts wander.

She didn't expect that Holly could be so cruel to a child as young as Arthur. “Nickson, please don't send me to jail. I don't want to be in that disgusting place anymore." Holly started to kneel at Nickson's feet. She wept there for forgiveness that seemed impossible. Nickson was not a man to be easily swayed. "That's your place. You proved never to be deterred, Holly. You're ruining your career and your life with your toxic behavior." "This time I admit I was wrong. I…” She looked doubtful. But nothing can save her now other than admitting all her actions and begging for forgiveness from Nickson, so she was forced to expose all her crimes so far.

"Because Ryder Bates always wants what he can't get. He has this mentality that he can get any woman into his bed. I've heard him say it. We just find a woman who is hard to get and he'll move heaven and earth to be in bed with her" Kim replied with a small smile. Charlie nodded slowly. "But who is this woman that's going to be your pawn in this your game of revenge?" Holly asked while folding her arms, contented with being the voice of reason. Holly missed the knowing look Kim gives her. "It's going to be you Holly Grace Michaels. I can't think of anyone better" The laughter that exploded from Holly's mouth sent everyone in the bakery staring at her in surprise and unabashed curiosity. Holl

It was time for Violet to start her new school year, and I wanted her to have a great experience. I leaned over to Holly, examining the effortless glow on her face, “You’re so young, Holly. How do you manage raising young children?” Holly’s face lit up with enthusiasm, “Oh, I’m actually Charlotte’s former Warrior! But over the years, I’ve found that I’m more comfortable being a teacher than a warrior.” I nodded in understanding, impressed with Holly’s dedication to her role. “What group number are you at the warrior’s camp?” I asked curiously.

Everything burst all at once and there wasn’t any going back. “Holly....can you tell me what he did to you? Please?” Whitney’s voice was thick with gentle melancholy, and Hollis threw her arms around the concerned woman’s shoulders in a completely vulnerable state and bawled miserably. She couldn’t stand feeling so naked in front of another person...but it was a long time coming. Hollis Bogard always swore she’d never fall in love- she swallowed the traumatizing memories of her past with painkillers, and injected numbing agents for the soul in the form of heroin whenever her thoughts became too much to handle. High out of her mind, Hollis didn’t have room for emotions. Feelings. love. Sex wa

The older lady patted her shoulder lightly while returning the smile then headed back to her business leaving Amy behind. "Where do I start from?" Confused Amelia whispered. "What kind of Christian books would be less boring?" She exhaled deeply while her fingers traced through the books on the shelf. “‘Ahaha!” exclaimed confused Amy as she picked out a book from the shelf. “What could this be about?” wondered Amy while she read the synopsis of the book in her hand. She read out in an undertone, “Filled with faith and inspiration, Break Out will challenge you to build a new prespective, let nothing hold you back…” Nodding her head in concurrence to the words she read, “ hmmmmm…. I certainly

"This could be a trap." "It could be," Holly admitted. "But it's not. Read my mind if you don't trust me, just see for yourself." I reached out with my telepathy, pushing past her surface thoughts into her memories. What I found there made my chest tight. Holly had been genuinely horrified by what happened to me. Had been disgusted by how Sally and Tommy treated me. But she'd been too scared and too selfish to do anything about it. Until now. Now she wanted redemption and wanted to prove she could be better than she'd been.

Holly did everything she could to keep herself distracted until Lincoln’s visit. She took care of Eve, and when she was putting her to bed, she read every book on the shelf, some of them twice just to help keep herself keep calm. Her worries and doubts were like an internal storm inside her, fear struck like lightning, over and over again. She wished she was able to talk to her mother about this, although Kathy would probably just tell her to rip the band aid off. And if she spoke to Maggie about it, Maggie would be so happy that she would forget how afraid Holly felt.

"Holly, Stella slipped off the mountain accidentally and is bleeding heavily! You need to come to the hospital immediately to draw blood!" "You have half an hour to come to the hospital." "You'll be held accountable if anything happens to Stella!" After reading the texts, Holly left the group chat and blocked them all, her face devoid of expression. From now on, she was no longer Stella's blood bank, no longer Frank and Mary's daughter, no longer Colin's sister, and certainly not Oscar's fiancee. She was Holly Webster, and nothing more. She turned her head one last time to glance at the place she had called home for over 20 years, then stepped into the car that came to pick her up with the s

I was venom, and they were too close to the fang. But beneath the rage, something else stirred. Something I hated admitting even to myself. Worry. Someone was out to get me. Not Luca. Not his men. Holly. And she wasn’t playing by my rules. I had always thrived on spectacle. Fire, destruction, chaos. I wanted the world to see me, to fear me. But Holly was different. She struck in silence. She eroded me piece by piece, like water carving stone. It was infuriating. It was humiliating. And it was working.