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he said. "No, it's nothing" she repeated. "You can tell me, you know that" Gerald pressed. "I'm just wondering, why you're going out of your way to do all these for me?" she asked. It was Gerald's turn to smile and look away. "You know the answer" he said. "I know, but I still wonder why you would love a single mother who has nothing to offer to you" She said. "You're a wonderful woman, you just don't know that. There is something about you that make you different from other women. You're one of your kind and one in a million. Your type is rare and I don't want to lose you" he said.

I started opening each door one at a time as I tried to somehow warm up to the new environment. Small and cozy. It is perfect. The walls were all white, and my paintings were hung in each space. I can't believe he kept all of them. I walked to one of the doors, which was the kitchen. Everything was in perfect harmony. The colors and all. I turned to Roman, who was looking at my entire movement. I could see the worried look in his eyes. The more I went without saying a word, the sadder his expression looked. I got near him and put my arms on his shoulder as I pulled him closer.

After dinner, my biological Dad and I took a walk along the shore as our house was close to the beach. I'm glad to get to know you my daughter, and I believe my siblings will be excited to meet with you,as I've finally connected with you. My only child to succeed me .They've heard of you though and seen some pictures of you,the ones I snapped when when accidentally met earlier, Mr Dadson said. Only child???! I asked. Yes ,my daughter, after the disappearing of your mom,I couldn't get intimate with any other woman, I channelled all energies into building my companies , that are now spread across the globe.

I swallowed hard, staring at her, not even trying to hide my annoyance about that last comment. She turned back to Maggie, who was still standing over by Nolan's bike, several feet away, but appeared to be waiting on her. Madeline nodded as if to say she was almost done then turned back to me. "I didn't tell Mrs. Connor this, but there's only one set of brothers Maggie and I have ever been interested in." She shrugged with a sweet smile. "Actually, scratch that. I can't speak for Maggie. That's her business to tell. But you already know who the only one I want is."

The absolute, devastating loss of her only baby boy. Miles had only been seventeen years old when he suddenly ran away. A girl was entirely to blame, of course. In Norma's mind, they always were. She was a beautiful, fiery Hispanic waitress working the summer season at the exclusive Galencia Bay Yacht Club. Miles, naive and entirely sheltered from the real world, had fallen madly, hopelessly in love with her.

Having a daughter like me was an embarrassment. That was why they never let me change my last name. Whenever someone asked, they always said they only had one daughter. I wondered whenever they got worried about Ravenna's safety, did they ever think that I was a girl as well? That I, too, could be in danger. I wondered what they would do if they ever found out that their beloved, obedient daughter, Ravenna, played a part in my murder.

Darling: [Baby, when are you going to confront that arrogant heir? Leah: [After I get the last bit of money, we'll run away together.] Darling: [Timothy's a fool. He really thinks you love him so much.] The chat history ended with a message from my account. Leah: [Don't worry. Everything's going according to plan.] This meticulously fabricated record attempted to pin my death entirely on a dirty deal involving an unfair division of spoils. Looking at the phrase ‘everything's going according to plan’ in the screenshot, my soul trembled violently. The painful memory I had been desperately suppressing flooded my mind instantly.

I mummered, I slowly push the sheets away from me I was wearing a white dress shirt and black jeans that somehow hugged my thighs down to my calves. I got up from the bed and swept my legs down to the carpeted floor, the bed envelped almost all the in the bedroom, there were tiny windows but they were up, I could still see a bit of light so I guess it was morning or noon there was a shelf but it was empty, a desk drawer a bathroom door and a closet and the only bedroom door. I got up and walked up to the door and as expected I was locked in. I violently knocked on the door while trying to force it open yelling at the top of my voice I wanted to get out.

Technically, the bar wasn’t even open in the middle of the afternoon, but since she owned the place, it didn’t really matter. "I’m not getting married anymore." I poured myself a full glass and downed it in one go. The burn of alcohol seared down my throat, and for a moment, my mind wavered. "Whoa, look at you. Such a rebel." Rebel? What did that even mean? "I saw his old chat logs with his friends." I stared at the ice cubes in my glass. The bar’s lights weren’t fully on yet, just the soft glow from the counter reflecting off the amber liquid, rippling like melted gold.

Owens as I possibly could. I could only hope that doing so would help me with this obsession, and if it didn’t, well, I would just have to deal with being alone for the rest of my life. Sighing, I start to feel a void forming in me that makes me feel cold and alone even though the sun shines brightly down on me and I am surrounded by people.