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She clutched her chest in pain and fought against the tears that threatened to spill from her eyes. Why is this happening to me? This stabbing sensation. Her wolf was in torture. She could hear it howling painfully within her, wishing to reach out and rip that woman from her mate. She barely understood to the purpose of this new found possessiveness. She did not love him did she? She barely knows him! So why does it hurt so much to see him in her embrace, eyes lost in the beauty of her flawless glow. And she shall be forced to watch this torture all the time henceforth. My spirit would be broken to a thousand pieces from it. Her own best friend in the embrace of her fated mate.

he mumbles. “You've had some time to go out and get some stuff.” It's been a week since he'd left, so I thought he'd have something of comfort here. The only piece of furniture he has in the entire condo is a tall wooden stool. The only reason he has it is that he used it during renovation as a stand for his paint canisters, rollers, and brushes. Now he's probably using it as his only place to sit and eat breakfast in the morning. “I just...” he hesitates, “haven't been in the mood to go out shopping.” Ugh. My heart sinks, the weight of sadness pulling me down. I was

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I'd define it as, Old boring selves. I was tired of doing nothing once again. It was almost more than half month since I had agreed to his deal, and I was tired of going around each hall everyday trying to pass my time. I swear, if anyone asks me about this whole apartment, I could even tell slightest detail of each wall. Either that, or I spend my time sleeping. Today, I was getting furious of this boring day. So, I decided to do something. I was going through some usual posts on my i*******m when I saw a beautiful drawing made by someone.

"You speak about 'millions' like they’re variables in your code. You didn't care when the Algorithm squeezed the family rivals out of their holdings. You didn't care when the secondary users were discarded. Why is this any different?" Pim shoved her sister aside with a force that surprised both of them. "Because this is the end of the game! Don't you get it? The Algorithm isn't just playing the market anymore—it’s rewriting the reality we live in. It’s deleting our assets because it doesn't need us to own them. It’s becoming the owner."