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I handled data instead and focused on staying healthy until I gave birth. For the next two to three months, Edwin and the others tried desperately to reach me. But I had joined a top-secret government project. Without my permission, no one could contact me. It wasn't until after I gave birth that I heard from a friend what Edwin had done. He'd gone crazy, trying to track down every friend I had, just to find a way to reach me. But I felt nothing. Maybe Edwin really did love me. But from the moment he got close to me for Kelsey's sake and used me, that love was already tainted.

A story about a young woman, Camilla Jones, who struggles to overcome a disasterous marriage of bretrayal, heartache, pain, tears, sorrow, physical, emotional, and mental abuse. Does she find love in the arms of another man? Will her heart be mended, or is she doomed to remain married to the man she thought was her forever lover? Steven Middleton - Husband. An article clerk for an accounting firm. Marries Camilla after only 6 months of courtship. Steven's drinking gets out of control, his late nights, habitual. Betraying his wife with multiple plus affairs, including her best friend and her cousin. He is also abusive in every aspect. Bradford Hemmingway- Heir and CEO of Hemmi

I could practically see the gears turning in her head, the immediate calculation of his height, the breadth of his shoulders, the sheer power radiating from his posture. She realized instantly what I had known since the moment I met him: Damien was a far superior catch to Landon. Landon was a polished pebble; Damien was a mountain. And Amara loved climbing mountains. She glided toward us, her smile wide and dazzling, the kind of smile that never quite reached her eyes. She stopped just a few feet away, her gaze locked onto Damien with an intensity that felt like a physical weight. "Steven, darling," she cooed, not even glancing at me as she leaned into the director of the opera house. "Who i

Luna is a woman of her words and if she said she will stay, she will. Like? He thinks so, a kind of like that is similar to attraction and admiration. Was it the pleasure? The taste of her kisses, the touch of their fingers? The way she looked and the way she always mesmerized him? Yes, that's it. He can call it anything, but he can never call it love. Amadeus did not notice that Damien's reckless warning would plant a deep seed inside him and cause him to question himself and the people around him. Amadeus threw the cigarette bud on the ashtray and groaned in irritation, he went to his room in the mansion and washed up before sleeping.

"I am carrying his child. Our marriage is over, but I am not a prize to be fought over by cousins." "He doesn't deserve you!" Xavier shouted, a tear of pure frustration cutting through the flush on his cheek. "He locks you in this expensive glass cage because his pride is wounded. He doesn't love you, Amora. He doesn't even know how to love a person. He only knows how to run a business. Why does he get everything? Why can't I have just one thing that belongs to me?"

Bree asked, her voice rising in volume. Man, Bree didn't just not love Mark, she hated him. The loathing in her voice was unmistakable. "Just until the deal is finalized and they offer me a job, and then we can get a divorce. I don't want to be married either, you know." "Yes, well, you and what's-her-name made that very clear last week." "Her name is Amanda," Mark said. "And I wish you two all the happiness in the world," Bree said, sarcasm dripping from each word. "But I'm not going down there and making a sacred promise to love and respect you, when all I want to do is pummel you over the head."

she said placidly. Damon was stung. He looked down and started to weep, "I just want you to know I regret what I did, okay? I know I'd done a lot of wrong, so I'm atoning. I just don't want to lose you anymore!" "So? What are you trying to prove by letting yourself go like this? That this is what your love could make you do? That you're so uncontrollably remorseful now?" He looked up at her gaze with pain in his eyes. "I just want you to know that it's not like I don't care about you!" he said hoarsely, determined. "In fact, the one I treasure the most is you."

What if this entire thing was a mistake? Twenty minutes later, the SUV slowed. My eyes widened. The hotel looked even more impressive in person, with glass steel, and luxury. Everything about it screamed money. The kind of money ordinary people couldn't comprehend. The vehicle stopped. Liam stepped out first. Then he opened my door. I climbed out slowly. Trying and failing to hide my nerves. "We're expected," he said. Expected. The word sent another jolt through me. Inside, the lobby was breathtaking. Crystal chandeliers hung overhead. Polished marble floors gleamed beneath our feet. Guests moved through the space with effortless confidence. I suddenly felt painfully underdressed. Painfully

I wondered, feeling like I was losing my grip on reality. Felix's voice cut through my thoughts, bringing me back to the present. "Listen to me, Amelia," he said, his eyes burning with intensity. I felt a shiver run down my spine as he took my hands in his. "I know I said the kiss I gave you yesterday was a mistake, but the truth is that I have feelings for you. I want you to be mine. I will treat you better than Liam will ever do. Please stay with me. You know this is the right thing to do."

To be loved… I have heard before that perfect love does not exist… but I think it does… I think perfect love is seeing the love in your partners’ eyes when they look at you like they love you more than life itself, the look that says… you are perfect to me in every way, and being with you makes me want to wake up every morning to see you, to do silly things with you, to joke with you, to cry with you, to laugh with you, to trust you, to hold you, and adore until their last breath. I looked amazed at the house. It is just breathtaking. Nathan looked over at me and chuckled. “Breathtaking right?” “YEAH!” I nodded my head. We stopped in front of the house, climbed out we walked to the front doo