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Daya said, snapping the piece of gum between her teeth, eyeing Max balefully. Max had never understood why Daya hated him. He had started dating Isabella six months ago, and she was pretty decent for a girlfriend. Isabella's only flaw was that she had the most annoying bitch on the planet as her best friend. The hottest bitch on the planet too, Max thought, cursing mentally when Daya pursed her lips in that sexy way that made them look fuller and batted her long lashes a few times. That wasn't what had him hard as a fucking rock standing at the door.

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"Darling, things are a little hectic at work today. I won't be coming home tonight. Tomorrow's our anniversary, and I made a reservation for a candlelight dinner at Palmette House. Let's bring Crispin and enjoy the evening together," Edgar Snider's voice came through the phone, warm and gravelly. I listened absentmindedly as I tapped open Winifred Clayton's chat on WhatsApp. Just an hour ago, she had sent me a video—she and Edgar, tangled up in each other's arms, kissing like they couldn't bear to part.

STELLA My first steps back into the home that betrayed me are a bit hesitant. And although the sun is shining brightly this morning, remnants of last night’s gloom overshadows the warmth. I silently creep inside, eyes glued on my phone screen. It flashes continuously with a caller ID I hate to say, feels estranged. There he stands, sighing and pacing back and forth with a worried look painted on his face. Over and over again, he dials my number, only to hear the same silence. Sandy, in the sofa, clad in a pink silky transparent cropped top and bum shorts, catches my eyes. She grinds her teeth, rolling her eyes at Jamie’s frantic movements.

I look at the message. Good news or bad, I type. Both, he says. Depending on how you look at it. I look up at Priya. She is watching my face. "More?" she says. "Always more," I say. I text back. Three o'clock. Common Grounds. Then I put the phone away and I walk with Priya out into the Wednesday morning and I let it be good for a few hours before whatever comes next arrives. Leo calls while I am walking. He wants to know if I can come Sunday. He beat four more levels. He wants to show me.

Four hundred and thirty people named on a Tuesday morning in August because a six-year-old had asked the right question on her first day in a corridor. Forward.

I kept a close eye on Alicia's streaming antics. I found out that in three days, she planned to have Tony take on monstrous waves, some as high as buildings. Tony was just a kid, barely taller than a surfboard! When the day came, my parents and I were glued to the stream, faces all tense. They believed my worries, not a shred of doubt–nothing like Jeff! My eyes started to water. If only I had listened to them and not married Jeff out of pity!

"So here's how this is going to work. You have sixty days. Sixty days to fall in love with me, to accept your role as my wife, and to give me an heir." I opened my mouth, but he continued before I could form words. "Or I take what I want anyway. Your choice." Then he was gone, the door closing behind him with a soft click that somehow sounded louder than if he'd slammed it. I sank down onto the floor among the scattered cosmetics and broken glass, my white dress pooling around me, and for the first time since my parents died, I let myself cry. Not the quiet tears I'd shed at their funeral while cameras flashed. These were ugly, desperate sobs that shook my entire body.

#Day 5 Tick tock, tick tock time goes on, but my life is stuck, my brain always going through a turmoil of emotions and storm of bitter memories, but my life has come to a stand still, you know why is that, because no matter how many storm comes, you still stand in the middle of it completely unaffected and rooted to your place, like a fucking stubborn leech, sucking my life out of me. ................................................. #Day 6 Today I looked myself in the mirror, I have wide black shadows under my eyes, I am loosing weight at the rate which will make me extinct from the face of Earth within a month or two. I am alive on sleeping pills which will put me to sleep to give way to

“but... I already have a place in mind. I call the shots remember?” They was a scoff from him. “fine... where do you wanna go?” “okay take it from here.” Emma said. She nodded. “uh... there is this hotel at new day city... Raystone hotel. Opposite Vanessa eatery and bars. No 13, Raystone bus stop.” “a hotel?” “oh... It’s not that... I mean, what you think. There is a good restaurant and bar or whatever... in there.” “fine. I'll be there in 30 mins.