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“She’s a liar! She’s vindictive! She’s trying to ruin me because my son left her at the altar!” Mrs. Pence’s brows wrinkle. “That was your son? Besides, I thought she left him at the altar?” Natasha freezes, her lips quivering. “Let’s talk about her application, shall we?” I interrupt, flashing a wicked smile. “Natasha told you that she owns a luxury estate in the hills, didn't she? You want to hear the truth?” She rents a cramped, roach-infested apartment in the slums, and the only reason she can even afford the monthly dues to be a part of the club is because she rips every penny from her son until he’s completely dry.”

The driver slowed down and pulled up. Natasha paid him, dropped, and set off briskly down the street. She found the hock shop she was looking for around the corner of a side street and went in. She took out from her bag; a diamond, and an emerald necklace, and dropped it on the glass counter before the thin Jewish clerk. “How much do I get for this?” The clerk looked at the necklace on the counter, then at her. “May I ask why you want to sell it?” “Do you want it or not?”

Whenever she went there, she would only ride her bike under the unforgiving rays of the sun, making her skin darker than it originally was. Natasha was fond of reading books since then, and her favorite books to read were those pocketbooks that she'd rent in the town. She never showed those to her grandmother as the latter would surely get mad. That was why she often read whenever the lights had been turned off just so her grandmother would think that she was already fast asleep, even when she'd be reading under her blanket with a flashlight just to give a little light. It was no longer a surprise that her vision had started to blur, making a thick pair of glasses necessary.

Pearl said before pulling me out of my daze as she pulled me out of the hall. //////////////////////////////////////////////////////// Peach: "Hey miss, are you not going to write anything about my personal life??" Natasha: "This is not your time to shine, it's mine" Pearl: (Groans inwardly) "we all know who's in charge here. She has the right to tell who's story it is. Moreover, you know this book is all about me, right?" Natasha: "cut the crap, you know you're so boring so no one is enjoying your story".

Easton brought Natasha to a boutique. From the outside, the shop looked lavish. Tall, large windows brightened up the entire shop. ‘Rose and Petals’ was written in italics at the entrance. Easton pushed the heavy glass door open and motioned for her to enter. Natasha walked in, a little self-conscious as she looked at the immaculate saleswoman greeting them. She smiled at her awkwardly. "Show her some dresses," Easton said in a commanding tone.

She smiled at me as she make me close my palms to keep the charm on my hand. “Here you go. I know it will probably look good on you. Take that as a sign that you already accepted my invitation. I’ll wait for you to bring that bracelet back to me tomorrow night.” Even I’m still hesitating, I nodded, trying to look sure in front of her. She just smiled at me before patting my shoulder again. And then, she started to walk away. But before that, she took another step back just to say something inappropriate to me. “And please, Natalia. If you really wanted to be part of our squad together with Tyler and the other bad boys, please dump that Nerdy Nathan. He’s ruining your image.”

Natasha M. Forrest "Why?" Natasha, who had been waiting for her cue to leave, suddenly threw a vase with peach flowers at the girl trembling in the corner. "Why is she here?" Natasha screamed at the girl. It wasn't really a question that the girl could answer, but that didn't matter. "I-I'm sorry, she said she had to give you a present! It looked like she would give you a lot of money, so I let her i-in!" The girl trembled as she said this, but nothing could reach Natasha.

he’d said, his voice a low rumble that he hoped didn’t betray the sudden surge of heat within him. “Of course, Mr. William” she’d stammered, her voice a little breathless. She’d then busied herself with rearranging the pencils in the holder on his desk, her movements jerky and uncoordinated, as if her hands had a mind of their own. Benson leaned back, steepling his fingers. He was a man who enjoyed control, who thrived on orchestrating complex deals and managing vast empires. But he was also a man who was deeply attuned to the currents of desire, both his own and others’. And Natasha’s desire was a palpable force, radiating from her like heat from a furnace. It was a stark contrast to the co

He unlocked the box and left me alone in the small, sterile room. My hands trembled as I lifted the lid. Inside, there was a single, slim envelope. My name was written on it in Daniel's familiar, elegant script. And next to it, a small, leather-bound book. I opened the letter first. My dearest Natasha, it began.

The one who wasn’t supposed to exist. _________________________________________________________________________________________________________________ Later that morning Natasha walked into the library, her silk robe trailing behind her. The scent of old books and cedar hung heavy in the air. She needed a distraction or maybe she just needed to find something that made sense. Her fingers brushed against the spines of the books until one caught her attention, a worn brown leather volume with a cracked label: “Foundation Records- Restricted Archives.” Her breath caught. The lock on the cabinet had been broken recently. She pulled the file open, and papers spilled out.