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Fear gripped me, and I placed a palm on the table to balance myself because it suddenly felt like I was too dizzy to stand straight. “We have to go to him and shove the offer in his face.” I snapped angrily, “let him know that I'm not for fucking sale! I'm not some property that he can purchase no matter how much power he thinks he has.” Vivienne tilted her head to the side and just stared at me as if I had grown two heads. As if it was I, who had grown crazy. Why wasn't she saying anything? “I'm not delusional, Dahlia” she simply said then shrugged, “I accepted the offer this morning.”

Then, she gave Natasha a knowing wink. Natasha sighed and turned to Malvika. “Hey Malvi, let’s go upstairs,” she said. “Why?” Malvika replied, staring at the noisy television. “Um, because this soap opera is boring? Who still watches this anyway? I downloaded a new movie on Netflix. Let’s go watch it.” “No.” “What? Why not?” “Nothing, I’m not going.” Natasha opened her mouth to talk but Malvika cut her off. “Don’t pester me.”

She said just as I dropped the telephone and I shrugged. "This looks intersti—" "Shhhhhh, Jude." I bite my lips at that and smiled at how adorable she looked as she focused on the small screen. *** "That was so good." Malia smiled as she stretched out her limb just as I did as the movie ended. "I'm not a big fan of the creator, though but I love how he was potrayed and given respect to through Noah in the movie." She said and I frowned. "You're a hatist?" I asked in shock and she chuckled.

Mala asks, and I flinch, unable to look her in the eye. I set the mug down on the nightstand, next to the phone. My voice drops to a whisper as I pour my heart out to Mala “I don’t know if this is the right word, but… there were moments with him in that villa that felt real to me like we were a couple inlove. And that’s the part I can’t stop replaying in my head, not the fights, not the way he kept me there, but the way he made me feel like I was the only person in his world.” Mala was silent for a long moment, then she sighs. “That’s how people like him work, they give you just enough to make you doubt your own anger, to make you think maybe you’re the one who’s wrong for leaving, he has yo

"Stop wishing for something that even you're afraid to do yourself. You don't like creatures like us, do you? And you forgot who Loui really is? The man you love is the same creature as me. Cold-blooded killer. Same as those who killed their parents. also your brother.” Irina smiled asymmetrically when she caught the streaks of anger and sadness becoming one in Malia's round eyes. A pair of Malia's eyes moved in all directions, staring at Irina with all the hatred she had. And... Cuh! Malia bravely spat on Irina's beautiful face. " Stop saying anything, b*tch!" Malia challenged loudly. Irina's jaw hardened. Without thinking of any consequences, she tightened her grip on Malia's slender neck.

“You’d better. Because I don’t make threats, Nessa, I make promises.” Her face had lost all its color but she was able to nod quickly, like she couldn’t agree fast enough. I turned and walked away knowing that though I had taken the first step towards damage control, nothing would be enough until every single person shut their mouth about Malia. That thought hit me harder than the confrontation itself. This wasn’t just lust or the thrill of messing around. It wasn’t even about the rumor anymore. It was about her and how the idea of her hurting made something violent crawl under my skin. Possession, obsession, care or whatever it was, it was mine, and I wasn’t letting anyone touch it.

"Don't do it, Michel Please, she begged as a tear left her face "I will do it infact he looks like someone who will never love injustice" he shrugged," How do you see it, isn't it nice" "Please I'm begging you, Michel, I will do whatever you want me to do, I'm begging you" Malia pleaded as tears ran down her check nonstop. "Oh my, who would believe that the number one America billionaire daughter, Malia Stewart is begging me" he laughed," oh my I'm on cloud nine" "Michel, I'm begging you, I will do whatever you want me to do and I will do everything, I promise"

Junnev shrugs like I knew he would, he only lives for food, football, and our brotherhood, but Malakai's eyeballs nearly bulge out of his skull. “Of course, I've heard of them, I know the KMJ Gone Girls. They're the top-rated influencers in America. They set trends for other influencers doing the craziest stuff you'd ever see a girl do. They once beat up an armed man who'd tried to rob the grocery store they were using for their weekly post. How have you NOT heard of them?” He asks with a confused frown. Malakai's a tech wiz. He's either surfing the net, hacking the net, or hacking through pussy.

“What do you want to say?” asked Raline when she was allowed to enter Malia's room. She saw Malia open her MacBook and pat the right side of her bed. “Come sit here,” she said enthusiastically. Raline sat next to Malia and they both looked at the MacBook. “What are you doing?” “Looking for a good movie, but I remembered something...” Malia looked at Raline with an expression that was difficult to describe. “Would you be traumatized if we watched your mom's movie?”

Kalia wasn’t very tall, she barely skimmed his shoulder, even in her man slaying stilettos, but those legs were long and shapely, just begging for him to run his hands over them, to draw one up so that she had it wrapped around him, bringing her closer so that he could … He slammed a mental door on his errant fantasy. “Because she isn’t your type at all. She’s too … stuffy,” Maya said. Kalia ’s head whipped around, brown eyes wide, full lips pinched. He swore and punched the speaker button off. “Enjoy Switzerland, Maya. Let me handle the rest.” He snapped the phone shut. Kalia was looking away again, her focus very firmly on the scenery out the window.