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My wealth began to snowball, growing rapidly. … One year later. On an ordinary afternoon, I drove aimlessly through the city. By some twist of fate, I returned to that familiar intersection. I did not get out. I parked, peering through the tinted windows, quietly observing. Cars streamed by as crowds surged past. Students in uniforms walked across the crosswalk, laughing and teasing in small groups. Sunlight spilled over their young faces, filling them with hope and dreams for the future. I suddenly understood that the one who died in prison in my previous life was not truly my past self.

I said, and a huge grin broke out on Xavier's face. "Thank you, I will pay you back," Xavier said. "You don't need to pay me back. You being friends with Shane makes you family. And we always look out for family," I said, and Xavier went quiet before looking up at me and said, "Thank you." "No problem," I said, "I will pay and get the food so we can head to the hospital," as I left them to go and pay for the food we ate and also get Riley's food pack.

She smiles hopefully. I shake my head. “I love you, but I hate handouts. You know this.” “This isn’t a handout; you can pay me back when you get back on your feet. I know that with your divorce, your joint accounts would’ve been frozen, and you didn’t work for over a year. Think of this as a long-term loan.” She smiles. I think it's over. It’s not a bad offer, but I know Brielle wouldn’t take the money back. Then an idea hits me.

He left all the Darkshadow Pack's wealth to you. As the snowstorm extinguished the funeral's fire, I could not find the words to speak. I gave all the assets back to Aaron and the Darkshadow Pack. Later on, I became a teacher. Whenever the kids would ask me where I got my scars, they would find me staring off into the distance, deep in thought. "It's a really long tale," I would tell them, "about a silly wolf who didn't know what love meant until it was too late."

Before he could answer, I took my three children by the hand and walked out. Behind me, Jared was struggling against the guards holding him back. His voice grew louder and louder, shouting my name, but I ignored it. Pulling out my phone, I sent a message. [Thank you for inviting me. I’m sorry for ruining your competition.] The reply came instantly. [On the contrary. This incident gave us traffic and revenue. You’re the real queen of profit.] A huge transfer hit my account, followed by another message: [Your payment, and my gift. Nirvana is the perfect name. Congratulations on your rebirth. Can I attend your company’s launch event?]

Phoebe sighed, “you know that’s not what I mean.” “No, no, no, no, what do you mean then? Huh, telling me that I don’t pay back, what is that supposed to mean then? You are talking as if I won’t give it back if I have it. I haven’t paid back because I don’t have it and you know it.” “But when you do have it, Cal, you don’t give me, you don’t pay back. Rather, you will go out to drink with your friends.”

left when the rest of Manhattan spits his name like poison. He’ll cling to me harder than ever. He’ll think I’m the reason he survived, that I’m the one thing keeping him sane. And the more he falls, the sweeter my revenge will taste. Payback was delicious. But watching Darren Johnson fall in love with the woman planning his ruin? That was divine.

Some things you return to because they were good the first time and they're still good and the returning is its own form of gratitude. This is one of those things.

"This is the offer letter from Zach Airways. We'd like to hire you to be the chief pilot. The annual pay is three million dollars, and you'll also be given stock options." He leaned against the chair. "It's too tiring for you to be in this position. You're still young, and you shouldn't limit yourself." I pushed the envelope back to him. "Mr. Zachary Lowe, I'm Ethan Lowe," I said. His finger paused on the desk for a moment. "I know your name." The corners of his lips twitched. "And I know who you are." Zachary rose to his feet and buttoned his coat. "Ethan, if you refuse to help, I'll opt for another way out."

He must be furious! [Feels good! The spot's finally back where it belongs. First step in crushing that impostor's dream!] [Nice one, Horace! Dump the trashy troublemaker girl, go to the same university as the female lead, and take back everything that belongs to you. That's the real heir storyline!] I didn't say a word. Horace let out a deep breath, as if he was finally releasing all the frustration he had carried since being reborn. "Brian, I'm really sorry about this, but this admission spot was always supposed to be mine. Getting back what belongs to me feels pretty damn good. Without a top university on your record… What do you think you'll ever amount to?"