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He explained, staring into the empty bottle, searching for a drop of alcohol. I pinched my chin and thought over the terms for a moment, "and what if I end up refusing?" His facial expression dampened at my question, I could sense his domineering aura still present despite being a retired Alpha. "Then I'll disinherit you!" Father spoke harshly, "I've let you run amuck wagging your tail for every woman you come across. But not anymore, you're the leader of the pack, it's your responsibility to have a Luna." He took a pause and rested his hand on my shoulder.

I kissed Blake see you later and Andrea and I set off to the new shopping centre that had just been built, well it was an old one but they expanded it and put in way better, more modern shops. I sent Blake a text, asking him if he would mind If I bought a couple of things, he didn't exactly say no and I had a little of the cash from last night's shift in my bag, I didn't plan on spending much more than one hundred dollars and I didn't think he would mind, I never spent money as Blake was always the one to watch the finances and have the access to money, I didn't see anything wrong with it, even when Dee who is my longest friend mentioned it was controlling, but like I said, Dee had suffered

Zohan went on uttering all this, his eyes also got teary. Giving up on silence, Naira spoke up this time while shedding tears, “Let them feel guilty. They should feel guilty for leaving me alone to the point that they have to come back to me.” Wiping her eyes, Mr Zohan spoke up, “If there was a possible way, they sure would have dear. But it is not possible now. Naira, you know what you people mean to me. I can't let you live like this. I can't be this much ungrateful. What will I answer your father! Please, dear come with me. Okay?”

Because he couldn't continue to see them talking and laughing, he directly pulled her into a corner and threatened: "You shouldn't think only of things that aren't yours, no matter how much you put on makeup, how high you try, the poverty from deep within you can't reach Wynn." He's already the prince of the Evans family, so it's best to consider it carefully, don't let me see it a second time.

From the moment they drove through the giant gate, he'd memorised the name and description of the place. Nathan was making a recording on his wristwatch. Everything going on was being recorded and he hid the watch under his sleeve. Seeing they are cool, Lan asked “How about we talk as friends. I want to be your godfather, will you?” He asked. He wants to initiate a conversation and make the dudes relaxed. “You'll have to tell our mummy first. She will decide that” Nathan replied politely, his head bowed, fiddling with his fingers. There are a lot of bad people in the world, their mum has told them. They cannot decide who can be their friend.

He snapped. “No, I just think that even earlier too, you were mad with me because I was always following around, and now when I am not, you are calling me names. Next what I will be, currently I am an attention whore, then I might be something bigger, like what, the “S” word. Should I spell it for you?” I wheeze. “Don’t put words in my mouth. You know what I am trying to say.” “I am not putting words in your mouth. I am just repeating what you have just said to me.”

I yelled. “I’m not giving you a handout. I just know how things work in this world better than you do. Unfortunately, people with money often get what they want, and those that don't have it…well, they don’t. You’ll understand when you’re older. I’m just trying to help you.”

' 'Not really. Amy didn't ask what he meant by that. As she stared out at the city's massive, flint-built walls, the comment began to explain itself. If you get back what you give, she thought, you can't find comfort in anything bad that happens to someone else, however much they deserve it. No, wait, it wasn't for her to say what other people deserved. That would be judging, and in Paul's philosophy the only person you could judge was yourself. Not a comforting thought at all.

"My son, Asser, I do not know what to tell you, but I am not satisfied with your decision, and I do not want you to become an officer. I used to dream of raising my only son to become like his father, successful and excel in his work, to run my companies after me, but you destroyed all my hopes in you, so this will be your punishment. My son, you and your mother will be deprived of us until you reconsider your decision and leave your job to continue your studies and run companies with me and your cousin, and if you insist on your decision, I know very well that you will never see us, and you will go out of the house and will not get the inheritance, I will donate all my money to strangers wh

I suggested. His eyes narrowed dangerously as he leaned forward, making the space between us smaller. “And why should I agree? If I let this pass without any consequences, then you wouldn't take me seriously. A Fitzgerald never goes back on his words” He declared and leaned even closer. His breath reeked of whiskey, and woody cologne that played with my nostrils. “And I won't make the mistake of letting someone else get away with breaching their contract again, you understand that, yes? Now, I am offering you one more chance to reconsider. You don't have a choice but I will give you a week to agree or else, you know how it is going to end” He finished and sat back down.