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she pouted her lips. “Bella,” I said, standing too, “this has nothing to do with that. It’s not about being good enough. You’re just drunk. You don’t mean any of this.” “I do,” she said, louder now. “You’re the one that doesn’t get it.” I looked at her, trying to keep it together. “Alright,” I said, holding up my hand. “How many fingers?” She squinted. “Uhh… six?” “Exactly,” I said. “It’s four. You’re drunk, Bella.”

she replied, meeting his eyes steadily, “he won’t collapse. He’ll dismantle.” The younger man scoffed. “Dramatic.” “No,” she corrected. “Accurate.” Silence lingered. The older man stood slowly. “Forty-eight hours,” he repeated. Lily watched them move toward the door. “And if he refuses?” she asked. The younger man glanced back, something colder in his expression now. “Then we begin removing variables.” The door shut. The light cut off again. Darkness settled around her, thicker this time. Her hands trembled once the footsteps faded.

"Well, maybe we thought it was time you had a wife," A cold, humorless laughter erupted from the back of my throat and they both looked at me like I've lost my mind. My laughter died down. "You're late by a decade. I'm not interested." "What do you mean you're not interested?" Mom asked, her pitch higher. "You're 30 years old, Zale" "So what?" I asked, staring at her with a blank face. "There's no such rule that states that I must get married, besides I have a child. I'm content with that"

“I didn’t let you. I couldn’t stop it.” The screen beside her scrolled automatically now listing dates of access, client preferences, linked names. She stared at his reflection in the glass. And said quietly: “Then don’t stop me now.” She reached forward and opened her father’s full dossier. The file opened like a scalpel. Images. Transactions. Notations in clinical shorthand. Gareth Wrenleigh UK Patron Tier Internal Allocation Rights Approved Facility Visitations: 3 Subject VAR-0143 Approved Observation (flagged for psychological compatibility)

" I mean it's still frizzy but the ponytail brings out her huge ass forehead more." I scowled, planning to murder him before his sister does. As my mind swim with ideas on how to kill Kaleb, Katrina being so fucking observant today crouched and picked up something. That something happened to be the scrunchie I had in my hair. "Here, I think you dropped this." She said, giving it to me. Not thinking, I took it and with a glare started to put my hair back into a ponytail, only to soon regret it when Mira's voice screeched. " Is that a hickey on your neck?!"

, she offered to carry my luggage. I heard footsteps approach us. Looking up to see who it was, I saw it was Ralph. 3 years must have been more than enough time to become sexier. I remember him making fun of my teeth every chance he got. But I got braces later, and fast forward to now, and I have the perfect set of teeth. He looks to be 6” 2 tall now.

With all instructions issued, the sky outside was already beginning to lighten with the first hints of dawn. After I finished issuing all the commands, it was nearly dawn. I managed to steal a brief hour of rest before heading to the island where the wedding was to take place. I had only just emerged from the dressing room, freshly attired in my custom tuxedo, when a powerful grip suddenly clamped down on my arm. "Just what in the world do you think you're doing, Finn?" Dorothy demanded. "Do you have any idea how much irreversible damage your childish tantrum has caused?"

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She opened her mouth to say something, but no words came out. Lila leaned back in her chair, her expression calm but distant. “I was twenty-one,” she said suddenly. “Fresh out of college and barely making ends meet with two jobs. My mother’s cancer came back, and this time, it was worse. We didn’t have enough money to pay for the chemotherapy treatments. I tried everything I could think of, but nothing worked.”

By the time they were done talking and Connor had seen them out, he came back and gently brushed his fingers across my cheek. "Have you been crying?" he asked. Only then did I realize my face was wet with tears. "Connor, you're getting married. You said–" But before I could finish, Connor cut me off with a chuckle. "Marry the girl next door who's ten years younger than me? Baby, people would say I'm a creep. You might not care, but I still have my pride." It felt like I had been plunged into an ice bath. Connor and I had known each other for five years.