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I felt a hot tear leak out, burning as it slipped down my cheek. Owen nodded slowly. "I understand." He reached out and wiped the tear from my face with his thumb, cradling my jaw in his hand. His eyes shone with tears as he leaned forward and kissed me softly. I closed my eyes and tried to put every detail of it into my memory. The way his lips were soft against mine, the taste of his skin, the warmth of his hand, the smell of his cologne. I mentally cataloged it, trying to secure it in my mind so I would forever remember it.

"The sleaze." Rowan chuckled softly. "But Bri loves it. The second she gets home, she insists I take a shower and then—" "Enough. I don't want to hear it." "Whether you want to hear it or not, it's the truth. She's crazy about my body. Your 20 years of history don't even matter. People just choose who they're most compatible with in bed." Hendrix didn't feel like wasting any more time on Rowan. He turned to walk away. "Go ahead and perform your little show. I don't have the time to watch."

I noticed that the front door was wide open, and the house was in complete disarray. Simone was being held down on the ground by someone, like a desperate stray dog in its final struggle. That scene was so familiar that I started shaking all over—my previously broken ribs seemed to flare up with phantom pain. It was then that Davide Conti, the leader of the group, said, "It's been a while. When are you paying this month's debt, Ms. Novello?"

POV: KAI The press box smells like musty coffee and old popcorn. I sit in the back row, laptop balanced on my knees, hoodie zipped to my chin. The collar still hides most of the mark, but I feel it every time I swallow. Like a reminder I can't delete. Game starts fast. Puck drops. The crowd roars. I type without looking down much—habit now. The Ice Hawks are up early, but it's not the score I'm watching.

Michelle’s POV Three Years Later It was around 4:30 p.m. I was rounding up for the day at my new company when my phone beeped. I’m outside — Leo. I smiled at the screen, grabbed my bag, and waved everyone goodnight. There he was, waiting for me, looking effortlessly handsome, his soft brown eyes found me quickly as he leaned casually against his black Benz. “I’ve missed you,” he said as I got close. He wrapped his arms gently around my waist and we kissed

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She said. "Alright! When Sia came into consciousness. I will send her to you. But remember one thing. You will not make her like you were." David said bitterly. "You were six. You cried for mommy. Patricia was your favourite teacher. Just for you. I married again. I thought. She would cherish you like her own daughter. I was wrong. Your mom is right. I can not be a good dad. I raise you like a princess." David took Unconscious Sia's hand in his hand. He was apologising to her. As a father, he couldn't see the condition of his daughter. He remembered the happiest moment with his first wife.

“Yes.” “To who?” he asked, already knowing. “To you.” He stared at her for a long moment. “You don’t need to do that.” “No,” she said. “But I want to.” He stepped forward, tension visible in every line of his body. “Is this power talking? Or love?” “It’s both,” she said. “Because I don’t want to rule alone.” Lorenzo cupped her face, his voice a rasp. “You know what marrying me means.”

I twisted the door open and stepped in. Inside the room was a little bit dark and the air was thick with the scent of sex and cum. The sounds of moans echo through the room. The air ripped off my lungs as I tried to understand the scene unfolding before me. My body was trembling so much and my eyes were already burning with tears. Julian was there… but not alone. Standing in front of him was Mira Blake—the college self-proclaimed queen bee, bully and my personal nightmare. She was on her knees, her fingers digging into his thighs and Julian was thrusting his cock into her mouth like she was some slut from the slumps. I thought cock was supposed to be inside the cunt?

Why does he want to marry me? Why me? How he knows my all favorite taste I love white and golden, I love mango juice, I love that makeup and dresses, perfumes that I always dream of, even the sandwich I ate was onion-free and full of cheese and mayonnaise just like I always eat in the lunch..... How he knows that???