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Jason sent Cara another side smirk, then he looked at the bartender again. "A glass of Rosé." Jason ordered. He felt Cara's hand squeeze his arms, a sign which told him she wasn't exactly happy with his behavior of not letting her choose for herself. But to Jason, this was his way of showing that he was in control. He wanted Cara to see that she was right to admit this place as his territory.

"Everything I've said is the truth. Through this event tonight, I want to clarify the malicious rumors targeting Axel. I hope everyone will discern right from wrong and refrain from engaging in online violence against Axel and that unfortunate woman." Rosa spoke humbly, bowing her head as if seeking the crowd's favor. Her noble act both impressed and moved the audience. However, some saw through Rosa's performance, viewing her as an adept and hypocritical manipulator.

Rosa felt her insides melting at not just his voice, but the feel of his smooth, slightly calloused palm and the light tickle of his mustache against her skin. “You know the meaning of my name, how so?” Rosa asked, withdrawing her hand from him before she did something unladylike. “Happenstance” was all he answered as he beckoned to a bartender. “A drink for the lady please.” “I’ll have a martini,” Rosa said to the bartender before turning back to her object of interest, the Greek god Damon. Storm did mention to have fun.

Both men were hidden behind cars— Unable to see each other. But both were watching only her. 🔥 Rose still held the goon’s twisted arm. Tony shouted— “What are you all staring at?! Ruin her face today!” 😡 Roma casually sat on a car bonnet— “Let the show begin…” 😏 Rose smirked— “The main highlight of this show is you… you’ll make it a hit.” 😈 Roma snapped— “Break her. Make her beg for death!” 😡😡

Not with us yelling so our voice could cover the insane crowd noise. With a quick scan at the guy, black jersey like the black and gold player’s jersey, ripped-muscled legs and arms, I realized he is the footballer I claimed I recognized. He is Balorz, David’s friend. “You are Balorz,” I said. No way I could twist this around. “I am Balorz,” he confirmed, smiling. “Sorry. I should have been honest with you. I just don’t want to sound like a novice.” “No, it’s alright. I like you. You’re funny.”

Inés scrambled upright, clutching the sheet. Standing there, eyes burning with fury, was Alonso, or rather…. Esteban. “Inés,” he said coolly, ignoring Gabriel entirely. “We need to talk.” Gabriel stood, unashamed and shirtless. “Get out.” Esteban’s smile was ice. “I wasn’t talking to you, brother.” Brother. The word came out mockingly. As if it tasted foul in his mouth. Inés stood, trembling. “What do you want, Alonso?” she asked, testing the name.

Everyone is present there along with Aarhan who is roaming around like a lost puppy aimlessly. He does not even know why he is here or what is he doing? He wanted to leave from here but then decided to see her getting married with his own eyes to move on from everything. "You are looking very handsome Zarun bhaiya," Rashmi commented totally ignoring Zeenat who is clinging with Zarun like a leech "Thank you. You look pretty as well like some princess." Zarun complimented her back and hissed lightly as Zeenat dig her nails deep in his arm

Is it a coincident? ''With their warm, vibrant tones, orange roses symbolise enthusiasm and desire. If someone is looking for a way to express admiration and attraction—with an underlying message of passion and excitement, they'll send you a bouquet filled with these fiery blooms.'' She breathes out, smiling as she eyes each of the orange roses, ''I haven't seen him for quite some time, I'm not so sure if his interest has changed.'' ''I'm pretty sure they remain the same,'' I reply. She turns to me, ''It's beautiful how your name is Rose. Have you met my son, Elia?''

A short queue had already formed when we got there and we joined quietly observing our year mates relate with each other, laughing and talking in small groups. It was when we were exiting the office after getting our schedules that Ella nudged me, pointing my attention to a group of six boys walking towards us. Everything about that screamed ‘Class!’, they were all very tall, they probably stood above six feet and they were muscular like they spent all their day in the gym to get their trimmed figures, their shirts clung to their chests snugly. Each one of them had their hair tinted to a streak of a different colour. They all looked similar but at the same time different. “Holy Molly” Ella s

In the twenty-seventh hour after Chen Boyan escaped from prison, the police sent out fifteen drones, nearly half of the police dog police force, after the carpet search of the whole blockade, still did not find half a trace of him. The man left incomparably arrogant, before leaving, but also with the blood of the escorting police officers, leaving the following words. I'll recapture my rose. I'll recapture my rose. Who is this "rose" referring to ...... A group of police officers in the conference room looked at me in unison. "Even if you look at me like that." I held my arms and shrugged. "I can only prove that Chen Boyan is just a love brain." Otherwise, he wouldn't have been able to ask m