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guess you've just liberated my life- thank you I'll forever be grateful. "it's okay don't worry. But remember act normal and continue addressing me as ma'am," their dartling eyes followed in a giggle. "...everyone has a past and mistakes, skeletons we prefer hidden, shadows we're afraid of and voices we become slaves to_ but the golden key is not to envy anyone as you grow old. And so I would like to say am grateful you came in to the world cause you make mine, your mother's and siblings world beautiful." Bomul's last speech at the party had Cadeau dancing with a belly full of fireflies butterflies were not lit enough to describe her emotions

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“You’re a good woman, Evelyn.” “Any man would want you, but I’m not that man anymore.” I know eight years is a very long time, and I’ve wasted your time. I know this will be very hard for you, but you have to accept it. You deserve better." He slid the paper across the tablecloth. It moved with a terrifying finality, stopping just inches from my water glass. "Here," he said, his voice devoid of the warmth that had greeted me when I came in. "This is a cheque of ten thousand dollars. Use it to start a new life for yourself."

That would be a give away that she or would be gifted. “Like humans, her eyes will change color. No worries.” I assured him. “Miss, you need to be hospitalized. I think. Should I tell my Alpha and let him know, or tell your brother?” He asks as he scratches his head. I smiled at him and hum out, “No need Hun. I linked my brother just now. He’ll be here as well as some warriors to help me. What is your name so I can send a gift for helping me?” Why does he look surprised? I just want to show how thankful I am.

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I have a boy-fucking-friend and lusting for that fucker shouldn't be part of the plan. He's not just my neighbour. He's the enemy. My enemy, and my family's enemy. Damien fucking Vincenzo is a bastard hiding behind a body that looks to be sculpted by the gods themselves. And if I should get the chance, I will carve his skin, inch by every bloody inch and feed his eyes to the Vultures for everything he made me go through at Crescent high. And again. I have a boyfriend. My sinfully hot neighbor who's walking around butt naked in a fucking glass penthouse without curtains shouldn't be a distraction right?

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It would not make any sense. Not unless someone is using her name to send those gifts to Milo and me. But who could it be? And what’s his or her intention? What does that person want from us? In the back of my head, I can’t stop thinking about the word revenge because there is no way that the person who sent the gift doesn’t want anything good from us. That person, whoever it is, seemed like he or she could be planning about something heinous knowing that I am carrying Milo’s child.