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V. My life at the Laverne Resident was hell. I was being watched by my grandfather's stupid Slut secretary Linda at all times. On top of that, I was expected to take over his company which was the last thing I want to do. Doesn't that old man know his company will be doomed forever if I get my hands on it? Just when I thought things couldn't any worse, he walked into my life. No, scratch that, he didn't just walk in, he was practically shoved down my throat. That ugly motherfucker, Liam.

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This person provided a ton of key info just to bring down their competitor. And that person's last name was Carver. After thanking the police, I left the station. On the way home, I remembered a weird phone call I'd gotten once. The number was unfamiliar, and all I could hear on the other end was muffled sobbing. I lifted my head and looked up at the blazing sun. Its warmth washed over me. "What do you feel like eating today, babe?" Julian asked, his eyes crinkled into a smile. "Anything you make will be perfect," I said.

I might as well throwing pillows at him, for he reacts like nothing is happening. "You must not value your life if you think lying is going to set you free." he says, as he throws me on the ground hard. A crumpled piece of paper is thrown at my feet, and I cough, trying to clear my throat. "READ IT." he orders, throwing something against the furthest wall from us. It breaks down, crumbling to pieces, and I flinch, grabbing the note with shaking hands. Reading it carefully, my hands tighten on the crumpled parchment:

Luna's Pov I wake up every day dreading that I'm still breathing. A few times a day I find myself thinking"How am I still alive"? This a question I never find the answer to but maybe because... I'm a useless fool... A coward... A slut... A bitch... A dumb whore... At least that's what he tells me. As an eighteen-year-old girl, I am extremely underdeveloped physically and mentally. I can tell from looking at other girls in my neighborhood they all looked healthy while I was a bag of bones.

It was the best kind of job for me, I loved it and I got paid weekly, enough to eat, after my first paycheck, I had spent a full week starving, I tried to ask for my money beforehand but my boss who’s the meanest person ever, said no. How could such a cold hearted person be responsible for one of the best places in the world! There was no sleeping with a storm outside, I was up most of the night, I was up early and ready to go to work, I was slipping but pushed it down as I got out of her car and quickly walked over to the bookstore. I walked over to the children's books area, I was thankful no one was around as I sat down in a beanbag after grabbing a few books to read.

She had been naive enough to believe all these other deceased men had gone to somewhere like New York, or maybe San Francisco, and had started a better life. Lani felt stupid as she recalled all the times she'd called Alistar Raven in hopes his new wife would pick up the phone and ask why some random girl was calling her husband. She'd hoped she'd hear the sounds of a little one crying or laughing in the background... She'd prayed for a better life for him, and for what? He was already dead. "How could you?" she voiced, slowly turning toward Jax and Isabella. "Lani, what're you talking about, nina?" Isabella replied, crossing her arms and raising her brows.

She got up and gave me a hug. "It's all over. Live for yourself from now on." It was something so simple, even an outsider understood. And yet, it had taken me six whole years to finally wake up. Fortunately, it still wasn't too late.

you can think of. And stay tuned because book three: Before Hazel, will feature the five years of Hazel’s life as his secretary, and will capture things from Alan’s pov and Hazel’s (including all the things Hazel missed, like her asshole boss’ crush on her, and how she started as a stripper, and what led to her final straw the day she quit being his secretary) but for now stick around for EVE AND ADAM (ft so many scenes of Hazel and Alan) see ya x !