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She pointed at the door behind me and said, "Kieran, stop pretending. If you really had no feelings for me anymore, why would you still keep our apartment? You still think about me. You still love me, don't you?" It finally hit me that I had been so busy with work that I had forgotten about listing the apartment with a realtor. Noticing how delusional she was, I simply burst her bubble and said, "You're reading way too much into this. I already put this place on the market. I'm only here tonight to pack up my stuff before handing over the keys tomorrow." The smile froze on Melanie's face instantly. She stared at me in disbelief. "Y-you're selling our apartment? Kieran, you heartless beast! E

He's worth more than you ever will be,"** she murmured softly. Daniel's expression twisted with anger. **You're pathetic,"** he mocked. **"You'll be crawling back when you realize how hard the world is without Mommy and Daddy's money. And when he drops you— "** **"He won't,"** Vivian interrupted, her voice crisp and unwavering. **"Because he loves me. For *me.* Not for my last name. Not for my bank account. Not for what I can give him."** Daniel scowled at her for a long time.

“Angela, you will not get married to Ethan Ambrose “ His tone was final, as if he expected me to go down without a fight and accept it with a disappointed sigh. I couldn’t. He didn’t understand just how much I was in love with Ethan. He didn’t know how long I had pined for Ethan right from the hallways of high school, sneaking glances at him, until we graduated and were fated to meet again. “He already proposed to me.” I showed him the ring on my finger that I had been showing him for the past two weeks. “I said yes. You either come for the wedding, or you don’t.”

“Benedict, after everything you’ve just said, you still won’t admit it? “You’re in love with Sansa. “Even though Grandpa arranged it… even though you see her as vain and clingy… even though you think today’s engagement party was a trap to force you into marrying her… even though you claim she’s the last person you could ever want… “You still love her.” Benedict loosened his fist in silence, looking like a prisoner who had been sentenced to death. He hung his head for a long moment before finally admitting, “Yes, I’m in love with Sansa. Hopelessly, desperately in love. So I’m begging you—let her go.”

I’d told myself I wouldn’t drink today, but here I was again, trying to drown out thoughts of her. The audio played in my head like a damn curse. “I won’t step out of this estate until the money is in my hands.” “If you want me gone, I want more.” “One hundred million dollars.” “Wouldn’t want your precious Jace to be stuck in a loveless marriage, would we?” That last line cut the deepest. Loveless. Had that been her truth all along? That it was all just a transaction to her? I downed the whiskey in one go, the burn in my throat nowhere near the one in my chest. I should hate her. I wanted to hate her. But the problem was—I couldn’t.

While Damien had the audacity to smirk as if he had just won a lottery. I couldn't take it anymore. I yanked off the veil from my hair and threw it to the ground. I tore my wedding dress, ripping it apart as anger consumed me. My legs became weak, barely able to hold my weight. "You were supposed to love me. Both of you." " Love you?" Damien scoffed, leaning back against the pillows, completely unbothered by my presence. " Myla, do not be naive. I was never in love with you. I just wanted a taste, and now that I've had it. I'm done."

she sobbed, addressing me by a name that made my skin crawl, "we're your parents! No matter how much you resent us, blood ties can't be severed." She pressed a handkerchief to her eyes, playing to the audience. "You're my flesh and blood! I carried you for ten months. If it hadn't been for that awful mistake at the hospital, I never would've been separated from you. But now, we'll make up for lost time. You'll be the jewel of our family, I promise. You've enjoyed Vanessa's life for so many years, now it's time to return the favor. Let's go home." Her words dripped with saccharine sweetness, but her eyes betrayed the schemes brewing within. She wasn't here to reclaim a daughter—she was here t

Suddenly, something seemed to attract his attention, and he scrambled towards the bookshelf on his knees, reaching for a beautifully decorated book. That was the scrapbook I had made for our love, recording each and every date we've ever had. I even carefully collected the ticket stubs of movies we had watched together. However, those records became few and far between as the number of our dates became sparse, and in the end, the scrapbook only contained my personal ramblings. [I went to the hospital today, and I went through four packs of IV drip. The back of my hand's sore.] [I can't distract Jeremy from his work though! Once he gets a promotion this month, I'll give him that watch he alwa

Edward and the others finally came to their senses when they heard his exclamations. Cecily covered her mouth with her pretty hands. There was a shocked look on her face. Edward, Rachel, and Timothy looked at Austin in utter shock. "Child… How much do these gifts cost? It's no humble gift at all!" Edward's voice was trembling. A single manuscript already cost 300 million dollars, so combined with the other gifts, the price would be astronomical! With his wealth, several hundred million would be a small goal, but it wouldn't make sense to give gifts worth that much to someone.