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This princess is about to have a total meltdown. "No joke. Just relax and give it a few minutes. The doors will open," I say nonchalantly like this is an everyday occurrence, but the fact is this is normal for this place. "What the hell are you talking about? Open the fucking doors," she yells at me, her voice echoing off the walls. "I don't have anything to do with the doors, sweetheart. You're just going to have to chill out." "Are you kidding me? I'm stuck in a stairwell with some rank stranger and you want me to chill out?" She pulls out her phone, I assume in an effort to call someone to come get her.

I tell her and she pulls me into a big hug and then pulls away and says, “Shit they are going to kill each other.” I knew exactly what she was talking about. We both began to race through the sand to the sidewalk and then it happened. A large black van stopped in our path and four large men with masks on jumped out of the van and grabbed us. Emily and I tried fighting them off but they were too strong as they threw us in the back of the van and shut the door. Emily moved to me wrapping her arms around me like she was protecting me from them. “Leave her out of this. She isn’t one of us.” Emily said to the men and I realized that the men that took us were immortals just like herself and now me

She has no clue what happened to her until this morning. But after the call with Diana and her emotionless reply to her only friend, Jasmine decided to step out of the confines of the house. She was going to face the reporters and spit fire. She was not going to let Fabian enjoy this. If she was going to have her reputation ruined, which is already ruined, she would do more justice by fueling the fire her husband already lit on her. That way, when she burns in this wild fire, she would burn him with her.

Everyone’s divided into camps: the gawkers who treat the Langstons’ downfall like entertainment, and the loyalists who defend them like knights circling a wounded king. The queen bee, Sloane, is loudest among the loyalists. “This is garbage. Fake news. My dad says the Langstons are untouchable. This’ll blow over by the weekend.” Maybe she’s right. Maybe not. But her voice trembles just enough to betray the fear she’s trying to hide. I take my usual spot near the edges, unpacking my lunch with steady hands I don’t really feel. My phone buzzes with updates, but I don’t check it. Not yet. Not where anyone can see.

“Are you planning on making some kind of announcement soon?” “Yes, that’s all part of a new strategy we’re embarking on, including the ad campaign. We have a press release going out tomorrow.” Laura felt like he was purposely blocking the implications that Portia might be behind things. She’d give things a minute to settle down. “Can I get you something else to drink?” “Water would be great, thanks,” he said, his face still etched in a frown. She got up to get them both a glass of water as Angelo headed to the bathroom. She was sitting on the sofa waiting for him when he got out.

The sound of Mj’s voice was barely above a whisper, but Lila leaned back into her mate’s arms and smiled as he rested his chin on the top of her head. Mj sat back and as Honey started to wipe her eyes Ed’s smiling face appeared as he squatted down next to them and held out a tissue, “no need to cry sweet girl our Mj is intense, but it’s just her heart’s way of showing love,” he said sweetly and gave Mj a small wink before tucking hair behind Honey’s ear, letting the knuckles on his hand gingerly brush the skin of her jaw. Honey closed her eyes and took a deep breath, “I asked around about Jet and nobody knew him, but when I mentioned Jethro LaFlare a couple of the other bottle girls ran off

Jerry squatted in front of me, rubbing my belly, “How can I find another woman? If having you is more than enough. I'm not the old Jerry, I really thank God to have a wife like you. A wife who can be everything and is so perfect. " My tears just dropped then, I quickly wiped my tears roughly. "Can I call you honey?" I said with teary eyes. "Yes, of course." END Thank you for reading, and following this story. Once again, thank you. Maybe a lot is still missing too. Thank you.

Someone's saying they'll destroy both our families and make you step down as CEO. I heard an angry roar from the other end before the call disconnected. Nora stared at me triumphantly, then raised her high heel and aimed a vicious kick at my stomach. I dodged quickly. She lost her balance and fell face-first into the remnants of the ruined cake. The bystanders' expressions changed. Some of the bolder ones called out to me to run. "No one in Silverlake can fight the Winston family. Her life is over." "Even the heavens can't save her now."

Rita replied, as she sobs gently. “Did he know you were pregnant for him?” Hazel asked. “I was supposed to break the news to him, after the feast of your pregnancy, but unfortunately, it didn’t happen.” Rita said, as she weeps bitterly. Hazel stood up from the bed, and staggered backwards, she fell to the ground, as she placed her hand on her chest. “What have I done, the only man you’ve ever loved, what have I done?” Hazel asked herself, as she weeps bitterly.

And just like that she's over it, I hear Hilda’s geeked voice in the background. “Of course, he is. I am too,” I say. “Congratulations, sweetheart. Let me know if you start having cravings, I will get it all for you,” Hilda says giddily. “Oh, dear. She has a husband to do all of it,” Mom says. They bicker. I stopped listening. My eyes are pinned on Killian, patiently waiting to end this call, so I can strangle him. He has the decency to look guilty. His eyes lowered, giving me that pleading look.