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My mom stole my dad's name and his status as the top-ranked student in the state, then gave them to her childhood sweetheart. From then on, the two thieves soared to the top. One was admitted to Ashford University and went on to become a computer science professor at one of the country's top universities. The other attended Westbridge University and became a nationally recognized expert in education. … Meanwhile, my dad was left without a legal identity, spending his entire life scraping by through odd jobs and backbreaking labor. Years later, I inherited his talent and founded a leading AI technology company, making a name for myself in the industry. Potential partners were constantl

I rushed back from out of town overnight when my best friend, Siobhan Coventry, went into labor. After learning that both mother and child were safe, I got teary-eyed with emotion. "Have you decided on the baby's name yet?" I asked. Her smile stiffened unnaturally for a moment. "Leonard Kessler. We'll call him Leo." "Kessler?" I stared at her in surprise. "I thought you said the baby would take your last name. Is his biological father's last name Kessler?" She gave me a vague hum before quickly changing the subject. "Ginny, I've been craving the wraps from that place in the college town." I nodded, forcing my doubts aside, and went out to buy one for her. It was only when I reached the

Vera’s body has met a consequence I will not mock and will not carry as my trophy. The fog has less capacity. The law has more teeth in the correct direction. And I—against every old prophecy of ruin— am carrying a life inside a life, with a man who asks, with parents who do not own, with friends who map medical appointments beside exam blocks, with work that still has my name on it in clean metadata. Chapter one hundred fourteen will close a book. This chapter turns the page with both hands. Still not over. Still happy in the serious sense. Still exact,

I wrote a note saying: Dear Prince Sir, here is your breakfast. I warmed it for you. I will be back for lunch. I was told that lunch at the school was just blood so I'd have to come home to eat lunch. It sucked I wouldn't get the cafeteria experience. I left the bottle of blood, and the note on the bar counter. Grabbing my backpack, which was green with my name across it, I went to the elevator. As I waited for it to come to my floor, I ate my muffin and drank my apple juice. When the doors opened, I was surprised. The elevator was full of vampires. So was drinking blood bottles, while others stood against the walls talking to each other. I figured these were was the school students. I sqeez

Then continued, "The Mafia Emperor's Addiction." "You are my addiction, little peach. You complete my life. I love you forever," He claimed me as I only belong to him. "I'm all yours only, Liam," I thought and started kissing him back. Our life is completed with our four kids, Pearl, Elliot, Eowyn and Evan. I wish God will fill our lives with prosperity, love and pleasure. ***** ***** ***** ***** ****** ~~~~~ THE END ~~~~~ ***** ***** ***** ***** ****** So here is the Epilogue, I hope you enjoyed the book while reading as I enjoyed writing it.

She was pregnant with her own child. The bookstore was thriving, and the man who had once been the coldest, most guarded person she had ever known was now dancing with her in the middle of a garden full of light. "We won, didn't we?" Mila murmured, her head resting on his shoulder. Jax smiled, a slow, beautiful look of total, unadulterated peace. "We didn't just win, Mila. We lived. And we’re never going to stop." The story had changed, the characters had grown, and the chapters were no longer written in the cold, harsh ink of survival, but in the vibrant, glowing colors of a life truly, deeply loved.

He started to speak again, but Phoebe cut in from the side, her voice bitter. "They've probably been seeing each other for a long time. Now, she wants him out with nothing." Her words seemed to remind Miles of something. This time, he didn't try to stop me. On the plane, I looked out at the city lights fading into the distance. There was no hesitation or attachment, only a quiet sense of anticipation. When we landed in the new city, Jonas took me back to the old neighborhood where I used to live. The neighbors still remembered me. They greeted me as we passed, warm and familiar. Their voices made me smile before I even realized it.

Isabella's POV. For once I didn't even think about how peace would feel but here I was experiencing every bit of it with Declan in my life. We were finally back home after overcoming a risky death situation in India and now we were facing the scandals and secrets in our hometown that almost destroyed us but we overshadowed it and came out stronger than ever.