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And I wish I can do something to make their lives better. There is absolutely nothing interesting in my life as of the moment. Seriously, I am not pathetic to go after Samuel. I don't think that I need a fucking love life. My life has been great without him. I just have to focus my energy in something more productive with my life. I decided to work on a new book and I think it's going to be great. And I think I am out for fucking blood. I want to write a story about a stalker who kills people he thinks is going to ruin his perfect love story. This would book will not be a walk in the park so I need help from my editor.

Charlotte insisted on doing it herself. “I thought you might like this one,” she said as she handed me the book. “It’s about a man who loses everything. Then…he tries to get it back together little by little.” I glanced at the cover. The title was dramatic. So I said, flatly, “Sounds dramatic.” She let out a short laugh. I never heard someone laugheed like this before. She looked so innocent and pure. Well, she was a budding she-wolf and perhaps still figuring out how the world works.

I had concealed my background and cut off my relationship with Domenico Lombardi, my father and the Don of the Lombardi Famiglia. I had entrusted Logan with my whole life, yet he had utilized my reliance to betray me with impunity. He even tried to coerce me with financial threats after I uncovered his affair with Yvonne, expecting me to accept his debauchery. I wouldn't stand for it, but I ended up losing everything in the divorce. I died a brutal death under a heavy truck on the very day the court ruled against me. I snapped out of my senses the moment I recalled the excruciating pain of being grounded under those wheels. I steadied myself, pulled on my surgical cap and mask, and walked ou

I replied honestly atleast as per my brain. “What?” she asked totally shocked. “Yeah! It got triggered way back but now it is continuing slowly.” I replied. “When did it started?” she asked again. “When I heard those words “I do” from his mouth for Divya. I know you will say and I also know that it is just a plan and it is a rehearsal but my heart didn’t know that at that time and they already started a small fire and which is becoming vast at present by each passing day.” I replied closing my eyes.

My story begins on 23rd July 2018..on the first day of my college Manipal University Jaipur. I, Varun Kapoor, 18 years old have always been a shy person, someone who doesn't have much interest in interacting with new people, that too from different parts of the country. I've always asked myself-"Why should I even bother anyone with my nonsense conversations?". Basically, I am someone who tries not to pry in anyone's life or invade their personal space by disturbing them or should I say that I was foreign to the concept of a world consisting of a bunch of strangers because I have never been out of my comfort zone before. And since this was my first time in this new world, that hesitation was

I basked in the warm sunlight pouring through the window and stretched lazily. Oh, didn't I mention that little detail? I was the overpowered hero of a harem power-fantasy novel. Perhaps I forgot. But honestly, that didn't matter. Being the hero was just damn satisfying.

"Ruby, I know what I did was wrong! If my family hadn't been so poor, and if I hadn't loved you so much that I felt unworthy of you, I never would've taken such a desperate risk!" I scoffed. "Even now, you're blaming our relationship for your crimes. You're shameless, Fred. This wasn't petty theft. Don't beg me. There's nothing I can do, either." Fred crawled toward me on his knees, grabbed my leg, and cried. "No! There must be something you can do! Ask Professor George. He has influence. He can help me get a lighter sentence! Besides, I didn't manage to steal anything. At most, it was only an attempted crime, wasn't it?"

I come right out not too long after and slip on the nightdress I had earlier pulled out. My eyes catch the my bag in the corner and a thought creeps into my mind. I quickly move to the door, quickly locking it. I'd really hate to be caught right now. I take up the bag and empty its contents on my bed. My eyes widen in shock as I recognize it. The Novel. The one I had wished to be sent to. How did it get here? I have to hide it. I don't even know why, but I get a very strong gut feeling to do so.