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The stranger's gaze burnt into my skin despite having several eyes on me. “You're not naked today,” he stated simply, licking his lips as his eyes scanned my body. I set the tray gingerly on the table. “Yes, I don't work as a stripper anymore.” I replied avoiding looking into his eyes, my body was on fire just through his gaze alone and I knew I wouldn't be able to resist him if he should step out of line. “You look better with clothes on. It gives my imagination enough room to think about how it'll feel to rip the clothes off your body. How it'll feel to see you bare and naked again, just for my eyes only.”

"Salvatore! Where are you going?" "Back home!" he snapped, his gaze piercing. He couldn't understand why I hadn't escaped after setting the fire. For a fleeting second, he wondered if I had meant to end my life. The memory of my tear-filled eyes sent a sharp pain through his chest. He refused to believe I had meant to die. After all, I loved him too much to ever leave him behind. The car tore down the road, skimming the asphalt as its taillights carved a red streak through the night.

Looking at Jonathan, his skin darkened and peeling from the sun, I laughed—then cried. When my head was forced down for the third time, my body finally gave out and collapsed to the ground. Echoing in my ears were the words he had once said countless times, "Chloe, wait for me three years. Just three years, and we can be together forever." But Jonathan… the reckless devotion you once showed in loving me has now become the very reason you hurt me. So this time, I'm not going to wait for you anymore. … While I was unconscious, the wound on my back was stitched and bandaged again.

My imaginative and prescient blurs and the room spins. "Noah, please," I croak, my voice slightly audible. "You whore," he growls. "Two months far from me, and you’re already dozing with your ‘buddy’?" "It's not…" I attempt to explain, but the phrases catch in my throat as I choke. "Sir, please let her move!" Mary Anne’s voice cuts via the fog. Noah’s grip loosens, and I collapse to the ground, coughing violently. "She’s satisfactory," Noah snaps, his tone icy.

The whole place was burning, and the tears in my eyes vanished as soon as they hit the air. I bit my tongue to keep from screaming for help. I didn't owe Caleb anything anymore—not in this lifetime. He left with Brianna. I quickly covered my mouth and nose, struggling to hoist Phyllis onto my back. It took everything I had, and my stomach twisted with pain as I tried to keep myself from collapsing. Caleb's child was inside me, and his mother was on my back. I stood there, surrounded by flames, hearing their voices echo in the distance.

Silent. Burning.

Half an hour later, Dennis sent a message that read, "Apologies, Derek. You were the one who suggested burning your wife alive to save us the trouble. You were too slow in withdrawing your men, and now she's nothing but ashes. "That being said, in view of the Church family's sincerity in giving us half your territory, I've instructed my men to wrap her up and return her to you for memory's sake." Not long after, a bag of ashes was sent to Derek. Along with it was my divorce agreement and recording pen. The recording pen contained audio of the words I had whispered to keep him conscious when I rescued him back then. Clutching the ashes, Derek laughed and wept like a man unhinged.

“You’re still going to fall for her lies? She’s threatening to kill herself because she knows you care about her. I can bet my entire savings that she’d never jump!” As I watched their complicated expressions, I smiled. “Final countdown: three, two, one…” I spread my arms and fell back without hesitation. The howling wind filled my ears, along with hysterical screams. “No!!!”

We stumbled deeper into the dimly lit room, the door locked behind us, the muffled music pulsing like a second heartbeat. “Fuck, you’re hot,” I muttered against his lips, biting the bottom one hard enough to make him gasp. My hands roamed down his sides, gripping his ass and pulling his hips flush against mine. Our cocks were already straining, grinding together through our clothes. Jordan moaned, the sound raw. “Then take what you want.”

"I know you're lying, Abby." "How about after five days?" I said with hopeful eyes. I need more time to make a plan and where to find this damn picture. "Three days," Cora said, grinning. "Two," Mia said, standing up, ready to leave for our next lesson because our math teacher didn't show up, ending the conversation. "Okay, three," I said in defeat. I always lose with two combined powers. They grinned and high-fived. "Okay, that means you'll show us your boyfriend's picture on Monday?" Perfect." Mia said with an evil grin on her face.