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Grandma sighed, relieved. “Angela, let’s go back to the countryside. How about moving to J City?” J City was small, nothing like the bustling capital. “Grandma, the hospitals here are better for you. We should stay put.” Angela couldn’t shake the feeling that her grandma didn’t like the capital—maybe because of memories of her mom. Just then, her phone buzzed. It was a message from Kyle: “Come out.” Just two words, but they sent a chill through her.

This was exactly why I hated parties, not that I had exactly been to a true college party. “Hey! Where is Justin?" He smirked, leaning in sloppily. His breath reeked. “Huh? What are you even doing here, nerd? Come have some fun with me, honey." His arms wrapped around my waist, pushing me to him. The gift box formed a wedge between us. He looked down at it. “Huh? What’s this?” I pushed back from him, eyeing him slowly. "None of your business." He chuckled, tilting his head. "Bringing a gift for your king, huh? Go home, Sally. You don't belong here."

But sadly, Shaquelle's final diploma in business management, and no hospital smells at all and it would be useless. With forced Shaquelle to go back to eating meat which somehow made Shaquelle nauseous. But if you don't eat it too dear, Jerry has paid a fortune for this hospital for his honeymoon. But at least don't feed the sick either, Shaquelle is already cured but hasn't come home even though the doctor allowed the woman to come home.

On one Friday afternoon, the two ladies Nanna and Angelina were in the kitchen, busy chatting while preparing lunch when Honey flew in. "Hey honey, I love you!" Angelina instantly beamed. "Aww, my sweetie pie! Where have you been all day? I've been looking for you since morning! Don't tell me you've gotten yourself a new colorful and feathery sweetheart in the neighborhood and forgotten all about me?" Nanna chuckled. "That would have been great news for my chico! He'll definitely be pleased and relieved if your honey is not glued with you all the time!" Giggling, Angelina responded,

I turned and opened the door, and the wind cut straight through me. In a thin dress, I walked out into the night without looking back. No one came after me. Behind me, Daphne laughed. “You're really not going to keep the Donna? She looks so upset.” “Keep her?” Raphael called out loudly, on purpose. “Let her go. In half an hour she'll come crawling back to apologize.” He didn't know that this time was different. This time, I really was leaving. I was going home, to my real home.

Since Richard's heart was not with me, I would leave. Plenty of men were interested in me, and I did not need him. That night, I drank too much and accidentally ate mango, which I was allergic to. Red rashes broke out all over my skin. I slept at Emily's place for a long time, and when I finally woke up, I realized my phone had died. I did not think much of it until I got home and saw Richard with bloodshot eyes. His hair was disheveled, and his clothes were wrinkled. He looked like he had not slept all night.

But loving someone doesn’t mean I have to stay. I won’t fight for a man whose heart already belongs somewhere else. So I’m stepping out of this story. From now on, our lives go in different directions. Then I turned off my phone. A few minutes later, the plane lifted into the sky. And just like that, I disappeared from Victor Moretti’s world.

I closed my eyes and whispered, “Yes. Please help me leave. I want this to be over.” When the call ended, the lily outside had already begun to wither, collapsing into the night air—just like the vows I had fought so desperately to keep alive. I was never meant for Vincent. I was the poor girl whose scholarship had been paid by the Bonanno family, plucked from nothing as a favor. I had come to thank them—naïve, sincere. But when I saw Vincent Bonanno for the first time—golden, untouchable, admired—I fell in love.

I appreciated her immediately. Nicole had chosen well, which surprised no one, least of all me. The first disruption arrived at nine forty-two in the form of a text from Honey. The wolves are circling, X. Don't say I didn't warn you. I read it twice. Set my phone face down. Picked it up and read it again. Honey communicated in a register that existed somewhere between theatre and genuine intelligence and the difficulty was always in determining which she was deploying at any given moment. This one had the texture of genuine.

Hehehe Anyways, all I just want to tell you is that don't be obsessed. Whether the person you love does not want you or you are in a relationship, keep obsession out of it. Love is sweet. Taste it ~Author Honeybeehive POV~ Thank you for giving my book a chance, couldn’t have been more grateful. I am really glad I could write this book. I hope one day, when this book goes popular, I will be here to celebrate with you. Thank you once again. Don't forget to check my other books♥️