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Once she finds a steady rhythm, I say, “My sister died while we were trying to escape and find the Sun Warriors.” Carolina’s hands stutter, and she loses a strand of the braid. It doesn’t matter anyway because Missy stands up to face me. “That’s really sad,” she says. I nod, fighting back the tears that are blurring my vision. Without hesitation, Missy crawls into my lap, wrapping her arms around me as far as she can reach. I hold her gently so that she can climb off whenever she wants. She doesn’t for quite a while. “Maybe instead of being our friend,” Missy says, “you can be our sister.”

“I miss our home. I miss running free in the woods. I miss the sky at night and the smell of rain in the air. I miss hunting and fishing. I miss being free. Isn’t that enough?” “You don’t have to wallow in your emotions alone. We have a get-together every night to talk about her. You should join her. Heal with us. It helps.” I rolled my eyes. “I don’t see how much it could possibly help.” “AH-HA!,” she yelled. “What?” “It is her you miss.” “No!” “Liar.” I bared my teeth at her. “I miss my office chair.” “Liar! Keep lying to yourself. I don’t believe your bullshit. You don't even believe your bullshit.”

Aside from Michael and Ivanka, not many people knew that baby’s-breath flowers were her favorite. She did not think it was them who gave her the bouquet. Candice took the bouquet of flowers skeptically. She searched around the flowers and found an anonymous greeting card. The words “I miss you” were stated on the card. Candice wondered who would miss her. It was simply an inexplicable statement. With a frown, Candice put the bouquet aside. She treated it as if it had been sent by mistake, but she still received the same bouquet in the following days…

Gladly, none of them insist. According to Quintin, the girl's name is April. Felicity laughed because, at first, he thought the older woman was Quintin's type because that was his client and not April, who was the daughter of an old woman who wanted to find another chance with love after being widowed for 20 years. I couldn't stop laughing when I heard how Quintin approached Felicity about the girl when we accidentally met in the restaurant before. I remember a gorgeous woman that day, but I didn't even feel that Quintin was eyeing the lady that day.

"But the good news is, hmm... actually, I don't know if I should say it's good news or not. But I think we still have hope; she might be Diana since the information about her is a bit suspicious. She has no past track, as if someone deleted it on purpose, and the information about her existence just appeared ten years ago, which was the same year as Diana's death. And at the time of his appearance, he was already rumored to be in a relationship with Alex San Genis." "Delete by purpose? Their romances occur in the same year as Diana's death. How strange," murmured Michael after hearing the news from Payton. "Okay, is there any more information about her?" He went on, and Payton only responded

She let out a small giggle as she saw the look on my face. "Chill Cath. I didn't come here to start a catfight. I admit, I kinda hated you for getting me fired but honestly, now I think I deserve it. I don't know why I hated you so much before but I am very sorry. Also, I've heard that you and Sir Mitchel, really got together, I guess everybody knew that you guys have undeniable chemistry from day one." She said, giving me a smile that in some way gave me goosebumps all over.

"You should worry that she'd paint you as a heartless heartbreaker to our schoolmates! What if she tells this story to our infamous publication? You'll then be known as the heartless first male god runner up! Haha!" If his guess was correct, then it should be her. He didn't even notice her coming. "Why do I keep running into you, woman?" he gloomily asked after seeing it was really Miss Number One. "Correction, we did not run into each other. I intentionally looked for you! Hah, don't tell me you forgot what I said this lunch!" The tall acacia tree's trunk had a cement construct around it where people could sit. Misty naturally sat there, her huge sling bag placed on the spot next to her. Sh

she said, her tone sharp, laced with something unreadable. She started walking toward the door. "Wait—where are you going?" I grabbed her hand before she could leave. "We need to talk," I said softly. "Please, princess." She sighed heavily, like I was draining the last bit of patience she had left. "What?" "I swear, how many times do I have to apologize?" I asked, desperation creeping into my voice. "I miss my wife. I miss us." Scarlett scoffed. "You don’t need to apologize, Damien. Whatever you said—whatever you did—it’s done. It’s over."

"My mother told me that marrying a wealthy man would guarantee an easy life. Mr. Houston seemed to be interested in me, so I tried to seduce him. "He asked me what it would take for me to be with him. I said he had to marry me, so he bought me this ring and proposed to me." Beyond the closet door, I could see a wasteland of broken furniture and shattered glass. Every appliance that was worth anything had been looted, and anything too large to carry had been destroyed. Lilian's confession of how she had planned to replace me buzzed in my ears. I felt as if I was submerged underwater. Everything went dark as I collapsed.