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But now, the last person tied to my life had walked away too. When I died... There probably wouldn't even be anyone to claim my body. My tears wouldn't stop. Fine. I'd mourn myself early. *** I was feeding a bunch of stray cats when an old coworker called. She burst into tears before she even said a word. "Yara, you absolute angel, please come back, okay?" "I'm not going back." I poured food into a little bowl. The cats ate like it was the best meal of their lives, and I smiled.

I left a light on downstairs and sat on the couch to wait for her. She was taken aback when she saw me as soon as she returned. Then, she sat across from me and pulled out a document from her bag. "Tell me what you think about this." I knew this was her final test for me. The document she showed me was top secret—there couldn't be more than five people in the company who'd seen it. This was one of the financial crises Lawson Group faced. It had also happened in my past life. I pondered the matter for a while before giving Wanda a proposal. In my past life, Lawson Group had hired a group of financial experts to come up with a proposal to resolve the issue—I remembered it and told Wanda about

Everyone at the scene froze in place. In my previous life, I had been nothing but a loyal doormat for Rebecca Schwartz. I had begged her to stay at my house, and even went as far as to invite Freddie Warner to live with us as the adopted heir to Hale Group, all to make her happy. But these two had conspired against me when I fell ill, stealing my inheritance while I was at my weakest. Back then, when I was on my deathbed, Rebecca, pregnant with Freddie's child, stormed into my room with him at her side.

Vanessa coldly responded, "Everything you did was your own choice. What does it have to do with me? You told me to follow you for a better life, but now you're a sinking ship. Why should I stick around?" The last time I met Quintus to discuss the division of assets, I brought up these rumors. He looked embarrassed. "There's nothing much to say. I misjudged her." Then, he looked at me with a trace of hope. "Giselle, can we start over?" "Is my attitude not clear enough?" I asked. I had given the pastries he brought to the cleaning lady in my building. The flowers had been picked up by a friend since I was allergic to pollen.

Does that mean he is watching everything I do? Until this very day, there are no reason for him to keep on living. The only thing he knew is that... he is living. He do whatever job it is needed for him to do. There is no goal other than earn money and not let the company that Oliver created fall into ruins. After this very day, there is a small candle inside him that started to shine as if a fire lit it up. Now, it is as if a new book was created. A new blank page started to write things.... He finally have a will... A goal... to keep him living....

' I only remember this, but now I am alone. The tin door is attached to a wire hook. It is a relief to open it by hand. The cow is calling in the barn. Grandmother says the cow does the work of the dog. Hamba Hamba starts calling when someone's footsteps are heard in the garden. As soon as Anushka heard that call, she felt that she had come to her place, no more fear.

she cried to us as she handed us the painting that was meant for us. I just smiled at her as she hugged us. I looked down at the painting I was holding. "Life in the Darkness" — The Woman Who Lived in the Dark." ** Life in Darkness has signed off.

I told him and he nodded. "If they try to kill you off I will give you life, those bitches are crazy if they think I won't, becoming life has given me a treasure trove of knowledge and I will save you," Miguel stated. I chuckled internally at my soulmate. "I don't want them to punish you for helping me," I said as I turned and ran the back of my hand down the side of his handsome face. He smiled back and said we should get some sleep. I sighed and agreed seeing it was around two in the morning. I went to my bathroom and stripped down to my boxers, brushed my teeth and washed my face. I stared at my reflection in the mirror. I'd been living forever and before Miguel I would have welcomed my e

So answers have not been received yet but here I am today to get another journal or skim them to see which one may hold the answers. There I am trying to quickly scan through the journals in my uncle's office before he gets back masking my scent when I am hit with images flitting through my mind. Images of mate being intimate with that mutt. Images of her in a lacy teddy, of his mouth on her breasts, images of his cock in her mouth, images of his hands all over her. Anger boils up inside me at these images going through my mind. Anger changes to frustration at the thought that I should be the only one to touch her, the only one to enjoy her body. Frustration that it may be the blind followin

This was Faith's journal. He flipped some more pages. In the beginning, nothing was all that interesting in the book. It was just about daily life. Some of her stories showed that she had a tough life. She wrote about how hard she worked to support her family and her sick father. It wasn't anything new Anthony didn't already know about. His chest felt heavy as he kept reading. Faith's life hadn't been easy. Her father was so cruel to her. So, no wonder she had a hard time trusting men. Trusting him.