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Reading was something Grace had taken up and was doing consistently since she started to come back home early. Somehow, Charlotte had heard about what happened and had said she would always close early no matter what, and she had kept to releasing her early. Right now, she was seated with a hot cup of cocoa in front of her, with blankets around her legs as she sat on the couch with the book in her hand.

' thought Sara with a frozen expression . " You dared to bully her so much . I shall show zero mercy to trash people like you . My lady really is too softhearted by still sparing you but...........Unluckily for you , I am not ! " said Diego with a scary smirk as he enjoyed the terrified expressions of the queen and the two princesses . ' Charlotte.........Why is it always you ?! Why ?!.........Such a situation........You are the lady of my prince charming ?! How dare a lowlife like you............. ' thought Sara with an angry expression .

“I think the public deserves a broader view of Grace’s personal life. Why don’t you show her what being a maniac really looks like?” Sara grinned, a wild spark lighting her eyes that I’d never seen before. She knew exactly what I meant. “With pleasure, Amy,” Sara said, turning to Grace with renewed ferocity. “I’ve got an entire gallery of ‘maniac’ to show you. And don’t worry, I’ve already backed it all up.”

I nodded. She exhaled, pulling out a chair and sitting down as if she were going to be there awhile. “Well… how honest do you want me to be?” I shot her a look. “Out with it.” “She’s having trouble,” Sara said flatly. “Not because she’s not smart—she is, Dante. Smarter than any woman they’ve run through this program. But…” She paused then, and shrugged one shoulder as if to say, people were people. “She’s too… human. Permit me for using that word.”

She had heard Sara's glowing reviews of Christopher before, but she was more interested in hearing about Sara's encounter with Austin. "And what about Mr. Reed?" Madison asked, her voice laced with amusement. "How did that go?" Sara's expression darkened, and she let out a dismissive snort. "Ugh, don't even get me started on him," she said, rolling her eyes. "He's so arrogant and condescending, and he doesn't know the first thing about respecting women. I swear, he's got a chip on his shoulder or something." Madison chuckled, shaking her head. "You're really not a fan of his, are you?" she teased.

Sara said, which made Catherine frown even more. “You don’t have to listen to him Cathy, Is There any thief who wants to admit what he did?” Damian added suddenly. Sara just shrugged, looking at the two of them. Damian and Catherine keep on sneering at him like he was a disgrace. But this Asian woman chose not to care about. There’s no point in defending herself in front of people who always hate. A thousand kindnesses will always have a negative meaning for everyone who hates. “You see it’s Cathy. She says nothing at all. You know what that means, right?” Damian asked.

Whether it was because of the way she had smiled at him, the way her lipstick highlighted her lips, or simply that he wanted a blowjob, Sara instead spent the next hour or so worshipping every inch of the older gentleman's cock. "And I was dressed relatively modest then too." Sara proudly explained, "So if your daddy saw me in a swimsuit then..." She let out another giggle as she imagined all the possible ways Mr Johnson would try to fuck her. "Well, I'm looking forward to seeing his reaction." "Yeah, well my pool isn't for daddy stealing sluts," Rachel responded in jest. "Oh shut up, you're just jealous that he said I gave better head!" Sara continued with pride, "It's not my fault that I'm

"Fresh starts are good and necessary sometimes." We talked about books, the weather, and her plans to host author readings once she got the bookstore side more established. Normal conversation about normal things. It was refreshing in a way I had not experienced in months and I realized with some surprise that I was almost enjoying myself. The easy friendship Sara offered felt like water after years of thirst. She did not ask about my past or why I had moved to the cottage alone. She did not probe into wounds I was still trying to heal. She just talked to me like a person worth knowing and that simple kindness was more powerful than any grand gesture.

It was a mercy offered in the middle of a massacre—a gift from the man who had ordered the strike. Sara’s reaction was instantaneous. She didn't strike me. She didn't scream. She simply turned her head away with such violent revulsion that it felt like she’d stabbed me. Her entire body recoiled as if my touch were made of concentrated acid. The look she gave me—one of pure, silent, unadulterated disgust—was more powerful than any blow Natalie had landed. She would rather starve, rather freeze, rather bleed out on this floor than accept a single drop of "kindness" from my hands. I stood up, the glass shattering as I dropped it to the floor.

She looked at me as if she wanted permission to speak, but before I could give her any kind of a response Tatiana answered. "That didn’t work the first time, what makes you think that’s going to work now? Clearly, I’m not making enough of an impact with Sara’s book readings. I’ll have to come up with another creative idea to make my point. Too bad you don’t have any pets or children…" Sara looked sick and like she was going to keel over. I squeezed the phone in my hand and held onto the last bit of will power I had. I couldn’t stand letting anyone else hurt her like this. I would end Tatiana at all costs.