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“You gave off some very mixed signals. Up until the night this little girl was conceived. And then after.” “Yeah, I’m still sorry—” “It’s okay, Arch,” I say quickly. We’ve moved past our issues with that. There’s no need to bring them up now. “Actually, Quinn,” he says slowly. “There’s a story behind that, and I want to tell it to you.” “I do like stories. Does it have a happy ending?” He smiles. “I’m going to ask you a question at the end, and what you say will determine that.”

" She stopped. Her eyes darted from Lyssa to me. Lyssa's eyes found mine, lingered on mine, our eyes locked briefly, before she turned away and left. That was it. The End. The end of our story, the end of us, the end of our love story.

He grabbed Kelly and threw himself off the yacht, dragging her down into the ocean with him. They disappeared beneath the waves. … When the news reached me, I felt nothing. No anger, no sadness. Just an eerie sense of finality. It was, in the end, the perfect ending for Zarrick. I turned back to my assistant, unfazed. "Make sure everything is ready for our family vacation." My life was mine to live, and I intended to live it well. My parents—I would take care of them with everything I had. And my darling daughter, Alice—her future would be limitless. The End

So how was I supposed to get over knowing that he wanted me but just not enough to choose me? I couldn't. So maybe this was it. Maybe this was where my story with Zaire finally ended. The thought made my heart ache, but deep down I knew I couldn't keep living like this. "...I think I'm done." I whispered, my voice barely audible. Will looked at me, concern flashing across his face. "What do you mean?" I swallowed hard, forcing the words past the lump in my throat. "I'm letting him go." Even saying that felt like someone had ripped my heart out.

You never cooked for me even once, yet he makes my favorite meals every day. "You never trusted me, while he does. He chooses me without hesitation every single time. Isn't this happiness? "Francesco, I've found my happiness. Please stop disturbing my life." Francesco trembled and finally lowered his head in defeat. It was only when Salvatore wrapped an arm around me, and we watched Francesco walk farther and farther away, that it truly sank in. Eight years of bitterness and pain had finally come to an end. Noticing that I was distracted, Salvatore tactfully didn't ask questions. He simply grinned at me and asked, "Fancy a hike?"

And we are here, stronger than ever. Our story did not end. It only truly began in the golden light that Elora brought into our lives. THE END

Before I could respond, movement near the chained Shadow Alpha drew our attention. His shadows twitched weakly, sputtering in broken fragments. He glared at us both. “This isn’t over,” he rasped again. Kaid stepped forward this time, positioning himself slightly ahead of me. “It is,” he said calmly. And for the first time I believed it. The shadow had fallen. The light had descended. And though alliances remained fragile and enemies still breathed. My mate stood beside me again. And this time we would rule together. THE END This story has come to an end. please do well like and comment.

He looked at me, a final, lingering look that promised more than just a business relationship. I stood up, my legs trembling slightly. "I'll walk you out," I said, my voice barely a whisper. We walked to the door, the hallway stretching out between us. He turned to me just before opening it, his hand on the knob. "Remember our deal, Maya," he whispered. "And remember who you belong to now." He stepped out into the night, leaving me alone with the echoes of our encounter and the realization that my life would never be the same again. I leaned against the doorframe, catching my breath.

Damian made a habit of letting everyone wait for him. Including me. I waited at the restaurant until every last guest had gone, and only then did he show up in the doorway. Our wedding anniversary. He dragged it out until past midnight before he finally came home with a gift. Even at my mother's funeral, he didn't arrive until after the priest had finished the eulogy. I asked him why. He said he was used to it. He said his line of work was all about making people lose track of time. After all, he was a Don. The casinos under his name didn't have a single clock on the walls. It wasn't until I was hospitalized after a car accident that cost me my early pregnancy that I called him, enduring the

--The End-- A/N: We have reached the end of the Debt Collector. Thank you so much for reading you guys! I love you all so much <3 <3 <3. Please check out my other completed stories My boss is clueless and The Bad Boy's Problem (Nate and Amelia's story).