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For the first time in a long while, I felt some semblance of satisfaction. Was it because Leonardo, the man I used to love so much without being reciprocated, was standing in front of me? No, definitely, not. It was because of the fear in the eyes of the woman who ordered my death and almost succeeded in taking my life. Her skin was as white as a sheet of paper, and her dark eyes were round with dread. Did I look like that when Xavier took a picture of me and sent it to her? Did she feel the same thing as me now? If the answer was yes, I could truthfully say that I understood her. I sincerely understood why she enjoyed watching the person she hated suffering.

They were green! P.S: if you still haven't read the prequel,In Love With The Coldblooded,you might not understand this chapter.

To forget him, I tore open old wounds again and again until I was left bleeding inside. I could not understand how someone who constantly claimed to love me could hurt me so deeply. I wondered whether he and Jessica had laughed at us for being fools when he watched my father and me work ourselves to exhaustion to repay his so-called debts. I still remembered the day I found Derrick. At that time, he had no memory, no home, nowhere to go. I had just become a club supervisor and was being harassed by customers. He was the one who stepped in and saved me despite the danger.

His grip was so tight I thought he would crush the bone. "Liliana, you're lying, aren't you? You loved me for ten years!" "You're just using him to get to me. You don't love him. You love me." I yanked my hand back. "Yes, so you did know how much I loved you. Is that why you felt so free to trample all over me?" Bruno struggled for words. "And Carla, the girl you raised... can you really abandon her?" A pang of pain shot through me. I remembered the day everyone had pointed their fingers at me, and I gave a self-deprecating smile.

How do I tell her that I have my doubts about us because she’s leaving in 2 months and I want to beg her to stay but I can’t do that to her. I pace around the room for about 5 minutes before I kick my shoes off and pull my white T-shirt over my head. I turn the handle and sigh in relief when the handle turns. I walk into the steamed up bathroom and take my pants off. River is standing in the corner of the shower with her back facing the door. I open the shower door and wrap my arms around her, she’s crying. I really hurt her.

"Are you a Thorne... or are you the man who loves me?" Suddenly, a red laser dot appeared on Liora's chest. Mavric saw it. "LIORA, DUCK!" BANG! The sound of a gunshot shattered the silence of the night. END OF CHAPTER 71..

I said. "Are we?" "Yes. Because we told the truth today. Even when it hurt." He squeezed my hand. "I love you," he said. "I love you too." Outside, the rain kept falling. Inside, the lawsuit kept building. And somewhere in Cole Tower, Someone was watching. END OF CHAPTER 43

But I'm not looking forward to returning to that house. not wanting to confront that drunken man, nor his punches, slaps, kicks or sexual assault Yes, my life is truly lovely. ______________________________________________________ The second chapter !! Hope you all like it. Word Count: 873

Charles asked as he stepped closer. " It is a game of theirs. They are going to kill me while you are here. They want you to watch… I told you not to come!" Menessa says crying. "What do you mean by it's a game of theirs?" I looked up at her face which looked bloody and swollen. The glass window behind Menessa shattered, letting in a bullet that went through her chest. I wasn't paying attention enough to stop it. I immediately catch Menessa before she falls from the chair.

Someone else snapped a picture. Loveth leaned in close. “Next time you try to steal what’s mine, I’ll make sure it’s blood, not coffee.” She turned and strutted off, hips swaying. I stood there, dripping. Cold. Humiliated. My books were wet, my glasses foggy. My eyes burned with tears, but I wouldn’t let them fall. Not here. Not in front of them. I walked to the bathroom, locked myself in a stall, and sank to the floor.