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“Mate. She’s our mate. All three of us.” I shook my head, tears mixing with sweat on my face. Even in the haze of heat, my gullible heart soared with foolish hope. “That can’t be true. I’m nobody. Traitor’s daughter. Mara’s right, I’m worthless. You guys are princes, and I’m just—”

Poverty would strain any marriage, especially for people like them who were already morally bankrupt and could only share wealth, not hardship. Having lost me as their pillar, their finances became suddenly tight. The place they rented was small and old. Donovan's work remained unstable, and the factory where Sloane worked had inconsistent business.

“That’s good for you.” Vivian’s smile disappeared for half a second. Again No reaction. Why wasn’t this girl reacting? Vivian leaned closer. “I’m surprised you’re so calm.” Vivian laughed softly. “You’re actually quite sad. But at least you were lucky Lucero even noticed you. Do you understand that?” Anaïs’s jaw tightened. “After all, you were nothing when he found you.” “Vivian—” “You had nowhere to go. No proper family. No money. No status. And now you’re sitting here acting like you were ever his equal.” She leaned back. “Look at yourself.”

My boyfriend's childhood friend had set her sights on the one keepsake my mother left me. She wheedled and needled at me for weeks, but I never gave in. A few months later, my boyfriend came to me again, saying his business had failed and left him buried in loan-shark debt. He said that if he couldn't pay it back, the collectors would cut off his limbs. To help him settle it, I handed over every cent I'd saved, even my mother's bracelet. That same night, while I was working at the club, I overheard a conversation in one of the private booths. "Eric, if it weren't for Donna's idea to have the rest of us play loan sharks and put on this whole act with you, there's no way your girlfriend

Veronica stared around the table, looking gloomily at Sophie, then at Rhys, then at Eliana, hoping for some sort of encouragement. "Another piece of evidence of your failure as a mother, my dear sister. Your lovely daughter here has a condition; she can’t speak.” Eliana’s voice was unusually cool, calm, and collected, carrying with it care and emotion that Sophie hadn’t experienced for years. She looked at her daughter, who couldn’t even look at her straight in the face but had suddenly found an interest in the tortilla chips sitting in the ceramic bowl at the centre of the table. Rhys found it his cue to take Sophie away before she had another emotional breakdown. He looked over to her to s

Chapter 23 Author. The morning fresh breeze blew passing through the windows flapping the soft curtain in the air which stirred her sleep. Ana groaned and groggily blinked her lashes. She sat upright adjusting her vision leisurely combing her hair with her fingers. The grey painted walls were enough to remind her that she wasn’t in her home instead she was in a man's house.

}} [[ yes they do, all their belongings are still there as well ]] (( I brought them misfortune )) [[ hey, hey it’s not your fault, you didn’t know ]] she began to cry {{ hey Ana it’s okay, it’s already happened and there is nothing we can do about it for the time being, we can just try to find out what happened to them at least and if we can, we make it right and if we can’t we an say at least we did all we could for them }} she sniffled and nodded {{ plus stressing is not good for your little one so try to always be happy so you could have a happy baby }} she rubbed her tummy. {{ Can you take me there please Mikelis }} [[ sure, let’s go, I’ll be right back Ana ]] (( no, I want to go with y

"if only he looked back, he would've seen how hurt Justin felt after being called slut by the only man he has ever loved BOOK 2 Spoiled billionaire's innocent Bride.* completed * LINK -https://www.goodnovel.com/book_info/21000002120 PREVIEW she works in a fancy restaurant, but that's the only chic thing in her life, poverty hit her the moment her parents died leaving nothing to her, and her Grandfather soon passed away leaving debts for her to pay.Anna worked in double periods to pay the bills of her tiny apartment, and with much effort pay her economy college.she was managing to do well on her own, and all she wanted was her diploma to work on a job of her dreamsVernon a rich Hair bully he

I'm here with you; you're safe. I took a deep breath, “Okay.” I opened my eyes, and I was in front of my parents' big cabin. It was night, and the cold made me shiver, -Cold... Cold? Are you there, Anaís? -Yeah. -Do you see? -It's dark and very cold. - I looked down; my feet were bare, half-buried in the freezing snow, - There's snow. - I noticed the flimsy nightgown I was wearing, - I'm not dressed appropriately for the cold; I'm shivering.

Thirty days. One month. A single, heartbeat-stopping wager. Benjamin Parker was the sun. A golden-haired scholarship recruit with flour on his hands and a heart that he wore—vulnerable and beating—on his sleeve. He spent weeks chasing the school’s "Ice Prince," offering handmade tarts and a smile that could melt the coldest winter. He thought his persistence finally paid off when Jonathan Hayes—the obsidian-eyed, terrifyingly beautiful heir to a tech empire—pinned him against the school gates and claimed him in front of everyone. But the "Golden Romance" was a lie from the very first kiss. Jonathan didn't choose Benjamin because of his heart; he chose him because he was a convenient t