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Causing Aramina to smile. "Come, we have a movie to see," he said dragging her into the fog she was already getting used to. **************** “I'm sorry ma'am, this account has been frozen, you can't access it." The lady at the customer service said. Grace looked in shock, she had gotten so used to using the card that she had not bothered to know its source. "Ok. Thank you, can I have the card back?" "I'm sorry again ma, but we have to hold onto the card until the account issue is resolved. We will give you a call if you can drop your contact,"

"She even asked me out to a hotel the other day. I turned her down!" "I heard she's a real pro." "Don't you see how dirty she is?" The rumors were like a snowball, growing larger and larger, crashing into me with unbearable force. The victim's voice was always so weak and futile against the tide of lies. Someone from the crowd below told me to jump already. They said that twisted people like me, who had lost all morals, didn't deserve to live. I stared at the stranger's unfamiliar face for a long time. In the end, amidst the rising screams, I leaped.

As she would read through a book written by an American hidden author who said ‘We are in the twenty first century, hence every child deserves to be treated equally. That is what keeps her moving in the campus and she made to mingle with all the other kids in the campus. “Miss Alice Martins” The lecturer called her out with her first surname. He had noticed that her attention was not on him and he couldn’t go on without making sure all of them have understood what he was explaining. “Yes?” She questioned as she lifted her head, the eyes of the rest of the royal children who had been threatened to attend the classes now turned to face her.

she laid her complaint immediately she heard his voice "Were you worried" he desperately wished someone would love him for him not because if whatever benefit they would get She hesitated, she didn't want him to be able to read her easily. "Well...." "Well?" "What's wrong?" "Nothing" "Why are you like this?" "How?" "Are you angry at someone?" "Do I have to be?" Fidelia was confused. "Am I that bad?" He paused "Or you don't know I like you?" "Or wait, I'm am not the type of guy you like"

But she had to be strong at that moment and ignore the fact that her knees turned to jelly, just because she was close to him, and the scent of man enveloped her. “It's not my fault. If that's what you're trying to imply. I didn't ask you to look for me,” she replied, for her the best thing to do at that moment was to throw off her hormone-driven feelings. “You left Miami and came here, to this city”, he said. “That was for a job opportunity,” Diana defended herself. Ian looked at her angrily and narrowed his eyes. “Better than the company that hired you right out of college?” “You know, I don't work there anymore. Sometimes change is good, Ian,” she replied a little nervously.

I shouted out through the door and explained, "You've got the wrong person! I'm no side chick!" I thought that things would be alright once I cleared up the situation. Surely, they'd let me out once they knew that they'd gotten the wrong person! But I heard a woman's voice say angrily, "You shameless woman! You homewreckers are always kept in the dark! No man would ever publicly admit that you're his side chick! If Bree hadn't been smart enough to send someone to shadow you, we'd never have found you in such a short time!"

Regardless of how many hours it took, she would eventually come and meet him there, he resolved. Glancing at the green file in his hand, it seemed strangely lacking in content. He contemplated it for a moment before finally opening it. After a couple of minutes, he realized he had been mistaken about the girl all along, right from the beginning. She harbored no ulterior motives when she first approached him—it was purely coincidental. She wasn't interested in his wealth, she wasn't driven by greed, and she certainly wasn't a gold digger. The man had been wrong about Mia; all the information in the file contradicted his presumptions. She was not who he had assumed her to be, and she wasn't ev

"I'm not Maria! I'm not Charles' wife, my name is Mia Lesser, you caught the wrong person!" "Got the wrong person?" The man frowned, pinched Mia’s face and looked left and right, laughing, "Little girl, stop struggling. Just wait for Charles to bring the money and we will let you go..." "I'm telling you, you got the wrong person. I'm not Charles' wife!" Mia was unnaturally angry. Seeing the man's disbelief, she tried her best to explain. "My name is Mia Lesser, I look very similar to Charles' wife. If you don't believe me, you can check it online. of course, you have to look up the information on the internet, I'm really not Maria! I have no relation to Charles at all!"

Gemila rushed her words. “This is really bad. What do we do?" Yasmine asked, panic evident in her tone. “We need a plan B. So what's your problem?" Gemila asked as she remembered they both had problems. “My problem isn't even close to a problem considering what you just told me. I know a friend who's a good hacker. He can actually help create a fake background history for you." Yasmine smiled and Gemila hugged her tight. “You're the best!" She praised her.

The young man beside him cleared his throat and addressed Mia, "Given that we're in Nord City, not Bern City, it's not surprising that I'm not recognized here. Ms. Lane, I would caution you against being deceived by outsiders." Mia couldn't believe she was being accused of being gullible. She glanced at the young man and remarked, "It's certainly an odd situation. I've been to Bern City and have met Mr. Caleb before. However, you bear no resemblance to him whatsoever. So, who's impersonating whom here?" After her statement, Mia noticed a subtle shift in the man's expression—a slight flicker of guilt that she astutely picked up on. It confirmed her suspicion—this man was indeed a fraudulent i