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She had been the only one living in the dark. Verity set her phone down on the table, her chest tight. The humiliation burned. Not because the marriage was over, but because the entire circle had watched her play the fool for two years. She took a slow sip of water, trying to steady herself. A familiar voice cut through the soft music. “Sorry I’m late! Traffic was insane.” Monica slid into the seat across from her, looking stylish in a deep red top and dark jeans. Her short curly hair was perfectly tousled. She dropped her bag on the seat beside her and grinned.

Isla called. "I'm okay. I'll stay here. Go have fun." I smiled as I said so. They walked over to the dance floor. A bottle of liquor that they had ordered was on the table, which I took no interest in. Sighing I picked my phone and started to scroll down my F******k newsfeed. "Hey, sexy lady. You seem to be alone." A familiar voice said, making my heart skip a beat. Shocked, and wide eyed, I looked at the owner of the voice.

But his concern still seems focused on Maerilee. None of us have said it out loud, but we’re all thinking the same thing. If Maerilee falls, Altinna falls with her. With Queen Kimalissa’s power gone now, Maerilee is basically the crown. Even though the Queen hasn’t officially stepped down, Maerilee is the only one who can save the kingdom. She’s the one the people still believe in, even when they’re losing faith in everything else. But she’s fading, and she’s lost all faith in herself. It’s killing me to watch.

“Hey,” Candy said gently. “Are you okay? You’ve been moody since we arrived.” Monica blinked, realizing Candy was talking to her. She forced a small smile. “I’m fine.” Candy didn’t look convinced, but nodded. “I think the models are about to come out.” “Okay.” Monica tried to focus, but her mind drifted again. Back to Spencer. Back to the way his arm had slid around Adriana’s waist like it belonged there.

Killian waited in the center for them to arrive. Monica sat in her room, not sure what to do. She thought about leaving or even ending her life. HSe couldn't take it anymore. Mainly, because she was an omega and omegas never do what she did. How could she live with herself? She had to tell Crystal she was leaving. She went to get up and go find her when there was a knock on her door. She opened it and was shocked to find Crystal on the other side. "Luna?" "Monica. How are you?"

Zidan asked to open the conversation. Monica didn't answer right away. He actually looked like he was thinking about something. “Monica, did you hear me?” Zidan spoke again. Monica was shocked. "Ah, yes, I... I don't have a boyfriend," Monica answered haltingly. Zidan's face was no less surprised, he felt unsure. "Are you serious? Monic, are you at this age but don't have a boyfriend yet?" "Yes, I'm serious that I don't have a boyfriend yet."

Monica, who had been listening quietly this whole time, suddenly leaned her head back against the couch. “Hold on,” she muttered. Her tired eyes narrowed toward me. “So you’re telling me I accidentally became the test subject for your magical Luna powers?” The room burst into laughter again. Even Monica looked half serious while saying it. I laughed softly. “Well... maybe a little.” “I’m serious,” Monica grumbled. “I came in here ready to fight everyone.” “And somehow now I just want to sleep for three business days.” “That’s exactly what’s suspicious,” Mona teased immediately. “You calmed down way too fast.”

Guys I think I have an idea, I don't know if y'all will love it, but this is our chance a great chance to get back at them) Oliver (What do you mean?) ~~~~ Monica woke up and headed to the bathroom to take her bath, today was the day she'll be leaving Ohio for good since the reason she came here wasn't fulfilled. She had to go back to the life she knew, she wasn't a total sour loser. She is the daughter of the Smiths, a delegate for Mayor and a certified lawyer. She got out the bathroom and started dolling herself up. 'This might be the last time I come back to Ohio at least I need to look good and presentable for you Eric, hopefully this will be the memory you have of me' Monica thought

“Monica is moving here?” “Yes. In fact, she already has. She’s been working there for a few weeks and already has an apartment. I just wanted to tell you. I know Nashville is a huge city, and theoretically, there’s no reason to think that you and Trent will ever run into her. But this is Monica we’re talking about, and if she can find a way to disrupt your lives, to get back at you, she will. She’s been fuming for months now, plotting her revenge. With everything else you’ve been through, I know you don’t need this, too. Hopefully, she’ll get so busy with work she’ll just let it go. But just in case….”

Monica sat on the side, watching her parents chat so happily with Shirley, which only made her more frustrated. What's so great about that Shirley anyway? Why are Mom and Dad so fond of her too? Just because she has a face identical to Susan's, she really thinks she's Miss Susan? "Dad, Mom, Aunt, I suddenly feel a bit tired, I'm going to my room to rest," Monica said before storming off. Mrs. Nelson glanced at Monica's retreating figure, then turned to her brother and sister-in-law after Monica had left, saying, "Monica is in her twenties now, right? She doesn't have a boyfriend, does she? Is she just being too picky about suitors?"