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She had a facial expression that gave away the fact that I had a secret. I quickly hit her with my elbow which made her let out a groan. "Ouch!" She yelled. "Are you hiding anything from me?" Mum questioned. Things were getting worse for me. Mum kept asking questions that I didn't have an answer to. I thought: Can things go any worse? BOOM!! I got my answer immediately. I wish I didn't ask cause things could actually get worse. I got a text from Cody. Doesn't he know the appropriate time to text? I thought.

💔Hidden Scars💔 (😱😵More Unraveled Secrets😵😱) By: Kã Mä Râ . . ✏Written By: _____Authoress Kamara✍_____ . #Season_2: ✨Episode 18✨ . . 💋Harley💋 "But how do we come in? You've never told me the story, i only believed you are my real Dad because I saw Natalya's picture". I told him truthfully.

Strip that dress off—let me see what Joash's been playing with. Amelia rose on shaky legs, fingers fumbling with the zipper Joash had already loosened earlier. The gown slid down, pooling at her feet, leaving her naked and exposed, body marked with faint bruises, dried streaks of cum flaking on her tits and thighs. LeBron's eyes devoured her—full breasts heaving, nipples hard peaks, pussy lips swollen and glistening, ass cheeks still red from his grab.

His voice was smooth and windy, locked around her like the coiling of smoke. “ You can never be trusted, they would always see you as an endangered person, a dangerous force locked within the confine of their consciousness. No matter how you try to conform, their cage is your fate. But with me, no chains, no law would bind you, but only the reality of the untamed that was taken unfairly away from you.” Lydia reached out towards him, with her fingers trembling with expectation. And for the first time, she experienced an unfamiliar warmth against her fingertips - vibrant and alive. It was as if she felt hopeful within her.

Tomorrow was supposed to be my engagement party with my fiance, Jason Miller. To surprise him, I flew back a day earlier after spending three long years studying abroad in London. The moment my plane landed, I called him. But he just laughed and casually dropped a bombshell. He had lost a high-stakes poker game, and he had just wagered me off to his friend as a free maid for a month. Before I could even speak, my phone lit up with a notification. He had added me to his wealthy inner-circle group chat. The title was vicious. [Congrats to Marcus on his new ugly maid!] Jason dropped a photo of me, from before I left the country, into the chat. In the picture, my skin was broken out,

Unlocked it. A video file was already open. Waiting. Marcus looked at Aurora. She nodded. “Play it.” The screen lit up. Dark at first. Then— Clear. Aurora’s breath caught. It was a hospital room. White walls. Bright lights. And on the bed— A file. Medical. Her name on it. Aurora Gray Her pregnancy details. Clear. Real. Exposed. Then— A voice. Distorted. Cold. “You won the company.” A pause.

"I want a better look at our new bitch." The room flooded with harsh light, blinding me for a moment. Amelia, standing there, her little black dress rumpled. They pulled the skirt up, revealing the lace thong I’d bought for our anniversary. My eyes widened. She’d shaved. Her skin, milk-white against the black lace, gleamed. And then I saw it, a dark patch blossoming on the fabric between her legs, spreading. She was soaking wet. "She wants it!" the tallest one declared, a cruel grin stretching his mask.

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Chapter 9 The Fallout Amara’s POV The air in the room was suffocating. I sat at the edge of my bed, clutching my phone as I scrolled through the messages. One after another, gossip spread like wildfire. My name was everywhere, and the narrative was far from praises. "Amara Benson, caught between two men? Pregnant and unsure of the father?" "Damian Kane’s secret lover exposed!" I couldn’t breathe. My hands trembled as I read the lies. Who could have done this?

Then I looked up. “Find out what my uncle wants,” I said. Makayla’s fingers were already flying across the screen. “I’m on it.” Because if he was involved, it wasn’t just to say hello. It was a message, and I needed to know what it said before it reached Amaya. Makayla tapped a few commands into her tablet, the screen flickering through encrypted overlays and time-stamped frames. Clay leaned forward, elbows on the hood, squinting at the feed as a grainy street view of Marigold Grove loaded across the display.