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the pig-masked man replied. I was speechless. “How did you know my name…” I said, then the rabbit-masked man said, “strip her naked,” One of the bodyguards grabbed me. I begged, “wait…please, you’re making a mistake.” I struggled. Just then, the door kicked open. I turned to look, and behold right outside the door was Damian Cooper, a line of men stood behind him. His presence alone silenced the room. “No one dares to touch what belongs to me.” “Janelle is mine.”

Two lovers walked in and at their order, she watched the shop owner string a twin lovers shell for them, making it into a couple’s necklace. While packing up the couple's necklace, another designed shell suddenly fell and broke, it was a really fragile one. Carla stood in place and stared at the broken shell. She felt she was very similar to these shells, she had worked so hard to beautify herself, making herself as beautiful as she envisioned but suddenly she fell and broke. Why? Why did she fall, why didn’t her beautification process become complete like this shell, strung perfectly. Where did she go wrong? What exactly did she do wrong? Carla’s eyes deemed and the atmosphere around her su

Seeing this, I couldn't help but sneer, turned around, walked to the computer desk, opened the laptop, and quickly typed on the keyboard, getting busy. After completing everything, I changed into a set of sportswear, took out a small object from the suitcase, and left the room. At that moment, in the suburban villa, two figures were entwined tightly on the bed. "Nelson, who do you think is better, me or Zoey?" Ariana asked coquettishly. "Definitely, you. I don't even deign to touch her," Nelson's voice was full of disgust. The two continued, occasionally letting out low growls. I was listening outside the door, almost unable to hold back my nausea.

He looped the path. “You know what? Everything I did was because I needed to be perfect. The perfect council. The perfect friend. Perfect for everything. Love is not even a thing for me. My stepfather and stepbrother wanted perfection. You! You are the only one who ruined it! Who stained it!” Josh ranted. His nerves loosened. His neck moved with vibration. His mouth never grew tired. He told everything. The pain. The stress. Everything. “Everybody expects something, but you don’t have to pretend, Mr. President.” Tristan’s voice was low. The temper in his mind cooled a bit.

Before she could answer, the line went dead. By the time Ava arrived to Roman's penthouse later that evening, the load of the day had settled hard on her. She hadn’t intended on coming, in fact, sworn she wouldn’t reach here anymore. But Malone’s attack felt too neatly planned, too personal, and Roman was the only guy who could match him step for step. Roman opened the door before she could knock. He looked like he’d been waiting for her, his tie gone, his shirt open at the collar. “You don’t look surprised,” she said, brushing past him.

The comment feed went completely wild. [Holy hell, she actually did it! That's brutal! Absolutely brutal!] [How is this any different from treating the male lead like a dog? This is straight-up abuse!] [Poor Julian, giving up everything for love. Celeste, you're going to regret this!] Regret it? I watched Julian's face, pale as paper and slick with cold sweat, without an ounce of pity. The butler stepped forward with perfect timing and handed me a folder.

If you need anything, I'm here to help! Everyone gave me encouragement and support. With that powerful backing, I had my injuries re-examined and filed an appeal. The countless needle marks across my body and the knife scars along my lower torso were still visible even after all that time, and when the doctors saw the patchwork of wounds, they gasped. Finally, with overwhelming evidence, the Court of Appeals handed down its verdict: Claire was sentenced to 11 years. Later, I heard she was bullied daily by her cellmates in prison.

The Winter Paris Competition is over and I can finally relax. With Tanya Pennington named the winner, I can finish out the remainder of my Model Perfect contract and be away from the spotlight. All eyes are on Tanya Pennington and her girlfriend, Lucia Perez. Tanya is the first lesbian to become a model girl winner for Model Perfect. All social media platforms are buzzing with the news. As for me, I am glad it's all turning out the way it needs to.

"I promise." I wanted to touch him, and I had no idea why. His facial features were angular and his lips were full and his eyelashes were so long—this man was just gorgeous and in such a different way from Xavier. He was also absolutely covered in tattoos and if he weren't sitting on the other couch, I definitely would have had to bury myself in the forest after failing to keep my hands to myself. Tattoos weren't very common in my pack, so I'd always wondered if the skin felt different there. "Darling you're staring," Laian drawled in amusement, his eyes never leaving his book.

The curtains were closed after that, and the comments that popped up were all exclaiming in delight. "No wonder Austin's such a popular villain! Did you see how handsome he was in the morning light? Oh my god, I can't breathe properly." "I think I know why that transmigrator left in the end. Do you know how torturous it must have been for her in the past five years? "She had such a handsome man by her side, and yet, she wasn't allowed to touch him. I'd have given up a long time ago if I were her!" "Does anyone have the emoji sticker with the crotch on fire? Send it to me, please. I need it right now."