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she replied, “I can’t believe we are breaking history, a maid is marrying her boss.” “I don’t think anybody would believe that for you look nothing like a maid.” “But I was a maid.” “Was, but not anymore, you are my imperfect perfection,” he replied that she could only smile and wondered how can they be a perfection that is imperfect? Not getting her answer, she smiled more pronounced and listened to the priest, today is a very big day to her, a day she had looked forward to all her life with the man beside her. And she knew that just as his words ‘imperfect perfection’ confused her, so would their love confuse anyone who tries to ruin them.

I’m done trying to be your perfect little sister. I shut off my phone, gripping the card tighter as I swipe it against the scanner. This is it—my choice, my escape from the weight of pretending, from feeling like I’m always one step away from disappointing everyone. I push open the door, walking into the dimly lit room, and stop cold. A voice slices through the air, sharp and furious. “Are you fucking joking?”

I had never been to Langley’s before since it was pretty fancy and definitely a new spot downtown. I rummaged through my closet to see if I had anything nice to wear. I pulled several dresses out and tried each one on in front of the mirror. The first one was way too short for business meal. The second.. well, I thought it showed to much boob. The third.. too much baby bump. I was frustrated. I dug back through my closet again to see if by some miracle I had missed something. I was praying I had SOMETHING since Will would be here in just over an hour. I got to the back of my closet and realized I had a few of my moms dresses tucked away. My mom always had amazing taste. She was just a size o

So this was the end of my miserable life. After trying to be perfect for my family, trying to be perfect for the world, this was how I ended. Anna, a perfect daughter, skilled in fencing. She was the only child of a rich family. She was raised to show perfection in everything she did. She had to smile even when she was crying inside. She hated her life. She promised herself that she would one day escape and go live in the countryside quietly and peacefully, alone and far away from her father and stepmother.

She knew. My father turned and ran into my room. He searched frantically. He found my small notebook at the bottom of my tool chest. His hands were shaking so badly he could barely hold it. He opened the first page. The handwriting was young, from years ago. "Iris had another episode today. My mother said it was because my training scores were better than hers. I will not practice so hard next time." My father's tears fell on the pages. He turned them one by one.

Feel free to ask the guards and chefs for anything” I sighed, looked around my room, and then I stood up from the bed and walked to the window. Mexico smells and looks pretty nice. I was enjoying the sight when my heart raced back to my daughter, Natalia, and my eyes got teary. “What would she be going through in the hands of that man? I have failed my daughter. I thought I was strong enough, but guess I am wrong” I whispered to myself. I walked back to the bed and was filled with thoughts.

Whose life mission is to make your life a living hell by doing the impossible, so yes being an alpha daughter in my position is the most difficult job ever and I will gladly accept being an Omega. Perfection is all I have known throughout my life as being the Alphas daughter, and perfection according to the werewolf world or should I say my father's dictionary means being a good little Luna, listening to every word he says without an argument, no breaking of any rules, I couldn't even to break a rule if I tried to.

My dearest daughter, If you're reading this, it means I'm gone. And it means Edmund has finally decided you're ready to understand what I couldn't tell you while I was alive. I want you to know something important: you are not cursed. You are not a mistake. You are not a burden that I regret creating. You are the most beautiful, most powerful, most important thing I've ever been part of creating. And I am proud of you. Profoundly, completely, eternally proud.

The kickass look in her eyes makes my dick hard. The burn of desire is gone and now she burns with hatred. And all that hatred centers on me. I know exactly where she gets her temper. Fox was like that too. Hot and cold. Warm never worked into the equation for him. I guess I'm convinced she's who she says she is. Why the hell would a Hispanic woman show up at this club? There's not exactly a welcome mat out front for anyone with dark skin. Claiming to be his daughter is too crazy not to be true.