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She expressed, even though she couldn't hide her upset mood. Maggy sensed her emotions and tried to light up her mood, "Madam, do you think Master only allowed you to buy books? Because all I heard is you are allowed to go out every week, and I don't think you are purchasing books every week or only going to choose bookstores as your destination?" Her words made Abigail realise she was right, but there was still hesitation. So, she tried to explain, "Maggy, what if he still got angry and decided to take back what he gave?"

She stood up straight and walked over toward her favorite spot on her over the turned couch. “Well, Eric you almost had me again.” “Baby, what are you talking about?” Megan took her time as she moved around the living room, putting her furniture right and pick up pillows. “You know what I am talking about Eric.” She kept cleaning and moving causing Eric to become agitated at her short answers. “I know who you so stop pretending.” “Baby, what are you talking about?” “Oh, baby I thought you stop reading those witchcraft books?” Megan walked toward her desk trying to bide her time until she could figure out what to do, she knew that she was in her own head.

Then, when she brought me the cup of tea, she remarked, "Focus on yourself first, and don't think about that man. Because I know you, I know that he does not deserve someone like you... You love so sincerely, and you want to give everything that you have, but Ella, that's not how life works. You have to pick yourself this time, and you shouldn't play with fire." I nod my head while wiping away my tears, I need to stop this feeling, I don’t want to hurt Abby and Fabian. I don’t want to be a bad person here. *********** Abby’s POV I couldn't help but grimace when I saw Miguel sitting at his desk, looking quite agitated, and I noticed that his papers were strewn all over the floor, and there w

“You walked in here with half a story and think that makes you dangerous.” Megan speaks from the tea cart before I can. No,” she says. “What makes her dangerous is that she brought all the wrong people into the same room.” Victoria's head snaps toward her. “Be quiet.” Megan looks at her mother and does something I have never seen her do before. She smiles, not sweet, not pretty, not frightened. “I spent twenty-seven years being quiet,” she says. “You can have ten minutes without it.” That changes the room.

To them, I was merely a financial asset in an expensive dress—a cold woman failing to follow the protocol of ostentation. I tossed the phone onto the duvet with an irritation bordering on despair. If I continued reading those insults, if I allowed the venom of others to seep into my purpose, I would lose my mind before I even crossed the mansion’s hallway. A soft knock at the door interrupted my terrifying train of thought. “Amy? Honey, may I come in?” Megan’s voice filled the room. “Come in,” I replied, trying to soften my features, though impatience still vibrated beneath my skin.

Soon enough, he will brag to Megan that he took care of himself while she was gone. Author's Note: Hi, I am author Sorcha, the author of Megan's Best Deal. I want to apologize once again for the confusion about my book being completed. As I said before, I had an issue with Goodnovel, which has been resolved, so I am back to posting. Thank you for your patience, dear readers.

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she giggled, wiggling her brows at me. “Oooh, scandal,” I teased her. “Your code word for sex is hot conference? Megan, what books have you been reading?” “Oh whatever,” She giggled. “Spill.” And so I did. "It's Gavriel's ex-wife," I started, watching Megan's expression shift from amusement to concern. “Victoria Harrington?” I blinked in surprise. “How on earth do you know her full name?” “Nothing a little internet search can't solve, lady.” Megan waved it off. “You met her?”

Sitting here thinking about Cora is making it hard to sit still and pull her into a closet somewhere. Just as I am getting myself too excited by that thought my office door swings open and there stands Megan in what can only be described as an almost nonexistent dress. She has her hair pulled back into some weird hairstyle that she must think looks sexy. She has her face caked in makeup which is something that you don’t see much outside of the Chosen’s mates. “Is there something that I can do for you, Megan?” I keep my tone flat. As much as I want to yell at the girl I know that I have to keep up the appearance of the cold leader.