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After two years of barely speaking to my husband, Nathan Holt, the last place I expect to see him is my cousin's dorm. It's freshman move-in day, and he's helping Camille Collett make her bed. Camille is my cousin's roommate. Her eyes crinkle at the corners whenever she smiles. She catches me looking at Nathan and immediately loops her arm through his. "Hi. This is my boyfriend. He was worried about me moving in by myself, so he took the day off to come with me." I think of the text Nathan sent me yesterday. "Business trip. Won't be home this week either." I smile and say nothing. Nathan turns around, and shock flashes across his face the moment he sees me. But he recovers almost ins

It was me remembering what it felt like to be wanted, to be alive. When morning came, the bed beside me was empty. The pillow still held the faint scent of his cologne, but he was gone. No note. No goodbye. And strangely, that was fine. For the first time in a long while, I didn’t cry. I just sat there, the sheet pulled loosely around me, staring out the window as the sunlight crept across the room. My body felt both heavy and weightless. Lester had cheated. Now I have too. Was that revenge? Maybe. Or maybe it was freedom the first taste of it, sharp and bitter and addictive.

But Avery would never have sold her own blood to save up money for the drug, even if I'd revealed the truth to Timothy. I found the way I'd given so much of myself in my previous life to be hilarious. Fortunately, the heavens had given me another chance to start over. As for that stranger who had helped Timothy, it was me that the stranger had helped, not Timothy. I happened to meet Dante Hughes while walking out on the streets that day. Dante was the "stranger" who had helped me in my previous life. Timothy wouldn't have become the wealthiest man in Greenwood Vale if not for him.

She smirked before shrieking, "You're so shameless, Isabelle. You're even copying my essay now!" My body trembled as if I'd been hit by a bolt of lightning. Only then did I realize that I'd been reborn—and I'd returned to the moment Marianne first accused me of cheating off her. … In my past life, the school held its final mock exam a week before the SAT exam. Just as the writing exam was about to end, Marianne, who was sitting beside me, suddenly raised her hand and shouted, "Isabelle copied my paper, Mr. Smith!"

He says and gets up. " I am gonna stay here and act like a Stalker, just like you did. So, go baby girl, make some music." I say and lean back . Harry rolls his eyes and puts his headphones on. A soft melody starts to play and he adds a little bit of vocals and I am already hooked . Harry starts to sing and as I start to connect with the song , my heart melts . I know every song has a meaning, but this one hits close to home. Well , He always had a great voice.

The only thing on my mind right now was to get back at the mean girls. "Chloe, why do you look like that?" a man I passed asked, but I didn't turn around at all and continued on my way. When I arrived at the marketing room, I walked straight to Nicole's cubicle. She was sitting down without doing her work and listening to music through her headphones. I poured the water I had brought directly onto her head, making her scream in shock. "Ahh, what are you doing?" she cried hysterically. "That's my payback for what you did to me!"

I waved my hand to make Melody come closer. "What is it, Miss?" she replied curiously. And when we were face to face, I danced my face close to hers. I touched our foreheads together until I heard a "thump" sound. And after that, Melody slowly fell unconscious. *crash* Melody fell to the floor in an unconscious state. I erased Melody's memory tonight, so she wouldn't be able to say anything to Cassian later. Instead, she experienced a heart shock and passed out. This is why I dislike this particular power of mine.

“Yes, signor.” “And monitor Valero and his minions. We killed his favorite niece and threatened him. He's bound to retaliate soon." I commanded. I wouldn't be surprised if he was already finding ways to overthrow us. Unlucky for him, Mel was no longer alone in this game. She had me. I had her. And together we would burn his world and make him watch. Dante responded with a soft “ of course signor,” before hanging up the call. I placed my phone back into my pocket before focusing my attention on Melody. She was curled on the recliner with a tiny shawl wrapped around her, her shoes were discarded before the chair, and she had her iPad in her hands. My wife was so beautiful. She could literally

Five years in exile gutted my wolf. Then he dragged me back with fake apologies and a second-chance smile. Didn't even last a day. Emily poisoned me. My pup—finally in my arms—died saving me. The Moon Goddess hit rewind. This time? Nobody touches me or my pup. *** I barely made it back to the manor, potion in my bag, when I ran smack into James and Emily heading out. Hand went straight to the vial. Locked eyes with James. Didn't say a word.

And Clarissa…oh, Clarissa—the spark that refused to die, that flickered stubbornly even when everything around her tried to snuff it out. I could taste the frustration and the cunningness in each memory. Each one fueled the rhythm of my patience. I couldn’t rush it, wouldn’t rush it. To strike too soon would be to prove their suspicions true, to awaken defenses before the trap was fully set. No, my return to power would be measured, creeping in like smoke through the cracks they thought were sealed.