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She got locked up in a psych ward for public endangerment. Then it was the Thompson Group's bankruptcy. After Alex lost the partnership with the Hines Group, other firms followed up and cut ties with him. He vanished under massive debt. Days later, a body was fished from the river. It was Alex. I read the news, not feeling much, and shut off my phone. Then I opened a letter left at my door that morning. The envelope had no sender. In it was a rose. I hesitated briefly before throwing it into the fireplace.

I was enjoying our final embrace with a bitter feeling in my heart. … One random morning, I quietly packed my bags. I opened the door to the bedroom and glanced at Zeke, who was still sound asleep. I softly bid him goodbye before glancing at my home, feeling nostalgic. If everything went as planned, this was probably the last time I'd ever see this place again. After leaving my home country, I planned on staying abroad for the rest of my life. I took a taxi to the airport alone. Afterward, I sat on a chair and waited for my turn to board the plane.

He burrowed into my lap as if trying to comfort me. I needed to go far, far away from here. I’d take Lucky to Athens, Milan, and the places closest to heaven, where we could watch the northern lights together. As the night deepened, I eventually drifted off, curled up on the couch. Sometime later, I was awakened by a sudden warmth beside me. Randall wrapped his arms around me and whispered, “Nara, why didn’t you save me dinner tonight?” Dinner? Why would I? How many times had I waited for him late into the night, setting out meals made with love, only for them to end up in the trash?

As long as he held his last breath and was able to speak, that was enough. She even pondered how to torture him to make him spill every secret about Vanessa. But to her surprise, Zirion offered no resistance. Before she could even bring out her instruments, he confessed everything he knew. According to Vanessa, the world they lived in was actually a world in a fantasy storybook. Vanessa was someone from another world, so she knew everything that would happen in this one. Because of that, Selene had assumed she had some kind of "foresight" ability.

This is September's End. The sweetest downfall of the great manipulator. *** This is the LAST chapter of the novel. Hope you enjoyed reading! Thank you and see you on the next book!

It was Francine. I gave a nod but tried to maintain a stern face. Alex ran to me and asked, "So are we riding an airplane? " "Yes we are little boy." I said smirking at him and messing up his hair. The sound of horns from the taxi signaled that we were all about to have a major change in our lives. I am Attorney Providence Dalton. Provi to my my closest friends.. Atty. Pro to my colleagues… This is my story.

Amber said to him in a tone she didn’t recognize as her own. She didn’t wait to see his reaction. Hoped she’d fucking hurt him as she pulled the hood down over her head. Instantly, she felt suffocated, plunged into a deep darkness. She couldn’t breathe! This was how it all fucking ended, not with a bullet, but in this suffocating darkness… Chapter 41

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I started reading the book, and I wrapped myself in his jacket. After a couple of other hours passed, I felt sleepy. I got up from the chair and put the book where it belonged, got out of Aaron's office, went into mine, and locked the door. I check my phone, and there is still no sign of Aiden. I lay on the couch, and after I could hardly keep my eyes open, I let myself go into a light sleep.

I felt sorry for their parents. While waiting for Carlo’s return, I also resume my writing to kill the waiting hours. The ending of my novel was only a few pages close. I just couldn’t decide how to slay it. I notice that the ending playing on my thoughts is too cliche. This is not right. It must be unique. I could cliffhang my readers or just give them an open ending, which could lead to a sequel in case it clicks to the majority. Sunlight was already peeking through the window. I stretched out my arms. I got up from my seat and opened the panes to let the wind in.