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Once the exam results are out and we've received our acceptance letters, I'll take you then. "Oh, right. Doesn't Caleb love writing those romantic poems? Have him write you a few more. That's romantic too. You don't have to go all the way to France." A look of disgust immediately flashed across her face. "I've already made things clear to him. You're the one I like. I told him to stop bothering me." I nodded. "Oh. That's a shame. Anyway, we're about to leave. You should head home. I'll send you pictures when we get there."

" My mother-in-law's regret turned into loud sobs. The online crowd, once swayed, then felt duped, and their insults grew even harsher. [Wretched woman! May you be struck down by a car the moment you leave!] [You're the dregs of society, unfit to be called human. Go straight to hell!] [Just die! Die!] Amid the barrage of curses, I dialed three numbers with composure. "Hello, I need to report a crime."

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A while later, he called back to ask if Josephine was pregnant, but no one took his call. Then, his phone rang. Unknown number. He did not want to take the call, but the caller was persistent. They would keep calling until he picked up. "What is it?" he started furiously. Then, the nightmare hit Christopher. They were speaking in a perfect foreign language and claimed to be calling from the embassy. It was about a car crash that happened half a month ago. The deceased's phones were picked up by a couple of children. They were going to take them for themselves, but then they saw the photos and found out the owners' son was one of the richest men in the world, so they offered to return the pho

There were no traces of Arya here and no lingering presence of anyone from the Marlowe family. It was clean, new, stamped with my personal choices, and full of limitless future possibilities. Arya's car accident had been just that—an accident. It was a tragedy that shattered my life into pieces. Yet on top of those ruins, after experiencing betrayal, manipulation, abuse, and endless struggles, I had cleared away the rubble with my own hands and rebuilt my home. I had lost my marriage and seen people's true colors, but I had also reclaimed myself. My phone vibrated. A text from the bank reminded me that one of my low-risk investments started accruing interest today.

With her back to the crowd and avoiding Ian's gaze, she quickly poured the entire bottle of bond-dissolution potion into the wine glass. She swirled it gently, thoroughly blending the potion with the wine. After she was done, she walked back over to Ian with the glass and handed it to him with a smile. "To celebrate our chance to start over again!" she said. Ian didn't suspect anything at all, nor did he decline the drink she offered him. He accepted the glass and drained it in one gulp. Almost at the exact same second, the mate mark on my ring finger suddenly burned with a sharp pain. The mind-link we had shared for three years instantly snapped apart, leaving my chest empty and aching.

she mumbled, "you're no longer mine......you have insulted our mate bond. I reject you, Chris Raynolds." Rosalie dashed into the woods as quickly as her legs would allow. She had heard that her mate's rejection was painful. But the sting of rejection stabbed her so deeply that all she could think about was getting away before collapsing in pain and crying herself into a mess. She dashed through the dimly illuminated expanse in the dark, only to realise too late that she had strayed too far into the woods.

Curiosity mingled with apprehension as I wanted to reach out, and accept his unspoken invitation. Apart of me wanted to take his hand and go with him. The other part of me screamed to get away from him, torn between desire and caution. With conflicted emotions swirling within me, I hesitated for a moment, uncertain of the consequences that lay on either path. But the magnetic pull of Maximus' presence was undeniable, overpowering my doubts and tempting me to embrace the unknown. And so, with trembling hands and a racing heart, I made my decision, intertwining my fingers with his, ready to embark on a journey that would challenge every fiber of my being. But before I could accept him, we nee

He groans. “At least it will be a pleasurable death.” I laugh, making him roll his eyes. Since we’ve already wasted so much time doing research, we don’t want to waste anymore, and we leave immediately to go and see Fiona. We arrive at the bar and ten minutes later we are seated in the sanctuary bar. This time the waitress appears with champagne. I sit back just as Fiona appears on the other side of the room. Her bright smile doesn’t go unnoticed, and she sways over to our table.

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