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Rachel canceled everything she typed and retyped her words once again. "This is me. Can you send me yours too" she retyped. Derek didn't waste a minute before sending The Robertson account his pictures. He flooded Robertsoon's( Rachel) direct message with his pictures. It was obvious that Derek was a playboy. Seeing all these pictures made Rachel look for her vagina lubricant. She was immediately turned on as she carefully scrolled through Derek's pictures one after the other. She pulled her sweat pants and her G string, opening her legs wide in front of her laptop screen.

Anaj winked at the princess who was giggling. " I hope we will not be caught, Anaj, or the Queen will have our head on a plate." Elizabeth pushed the blankets off her legs before she got herself out of the bed. "That is scary." Anaj laughed while throwing the red dress on the bed. Anaj continued,"Ah, no, red can flinch heads. Let's use hues that are not too... eye-catching. " Her thoughts are now flooded with the possible colors to use without getting caught. "I think I'm going to use red." Elizabeth flinched at Anaj who looked at her with playful gazes. She said," If I were to rebel once, then I must savor the moment."

I left, while Ethan remained in Clara’s home. Continuing to entangle myself in this would only drag me deeper into the mire. At last, I gathered the courage to delete her from my contacts. It felt as though I were trying to erase the mark she had carved into my heart. Perhaps from the very beginning, our relationship had never been equal. Clara was the campus beauty, the most admired girl at school. Countless people pursued her. Among them were wealthy heirs who drove limited-edition Pagani supercars to campus and confessed their love in grand displays, only to be firmly rejected by her.

Known for his ruthlessness, his cunning acts and unpredictable steps. “Relax, Kelvin, why sudden in rush” Darius said smoothly with a smirk on his face. “I come in peace.” Kelvin let out a low growl, stepping in front of me. “You and peace don’t belong in the same sentence.” Darius chuckled lightly, his gaze gleaming past Kelvin and landing on me. “Rachael Snyder, that is you! ” He said my name as if tasting it, his lips curling into an almost amused expression. “I’ve been looking for you, you haven't been in the pack. What happened?.”

Ethan froze as he was about to reach the door. He stared, stunned, through the glass panel. Rachel sat at the center of her group of friends, her face caked in heavy makeup—nothing like the sweet, delicate image she usually presented. She looked smug, even arrogant, as she basked in the attention. "Of course I pulled it off," she said, flipping her hair. "That old fiancee of his—Stella—joined some top-secret aerospace program. She won't be back for at least ten years."

“You have me. You have Ryan. Hell, even Molly would fight someone for you if she had to.” Despite everything, I almost smiled. “She would, actually.” Rachel grinned. “Exactly. You’ve built a team that actually cares about you. Not like before. Not like with Vanessa or Damien or any of that mess.” My throat tightened again. “Sometimes I forget that.” “I know. Trauma is funny like that.” My sketches lay scattered across the table, raw emotion turned into gemstone arcs and gold curves. Pieces that reflected everything I was struggling to name. Rachel nudged one of the sketches gently. “This one… it’s breathtaking.”

"That's not right, Edward Bluemel has a wife! They even have a child together! Is Rachel the third person?!" ... For a moment, the office was filled with all sorts of derisive laughter. 'So Rachel has become a homewrecker!' After getting to her work desk, Rachel let out a long breath and took out her sketch paper. As she recalled her visit to the amusement park the night before, her hand danced across the page. Soon, a colorful sketch of a child's clothing appeared on the paper. Rachel smiled as she looked at her design that was filled with a child-like naivete that invoked her memory of the amusement park.

I ask tentatively. “Because I don’t trust the other girls around him, but with a scarred-up face like yours, I’m certain you know better than to try anything smart,” Rachel says with a cruel smirk. “As the future Luna, I need absolute obedience from all my subjects, and you seem the willing type.” I pause, weighing my options. I don’t think I can turn the position down, can I? Damien is too risky–the closer I am, the more likely he is to see through my disguise.

Jace pointed at the envelope on his nightstand. "These are either photoshopped or AI-generated." One glance at the pictures, and the reasons for his cold demeanor dawned on me. In my hands were photos of "me" and "Darren" getting it down all doggie in an unfamiliar room. Whoever generated this has not seen Darren since the injury that left him scarred on the face, and the woman I was photoshopped into had a tattoo on her shoulder blade which the person couldn't completely blur out. "Photoshopped? Do I look dumb to you?"