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I covered my face with my pillow again as I kicked my feet in the air. "Why! Why! Why!-" 'ding' "Huh?" I stopped kicking my Feet as I JUMPED off the bed to get my phone. I hurriedly went to our chat and saw his reply. [I get anything I want, Amelia.] Why did I feel like this man has a dissociative identity disorder. An hour ago he was quiet and reserved (that almost gave me a heart attack during dinner) and now he was being bossy. I rolled my eyes when I read his text.

Luna swears colorfully under her breath, the words barely audible but impressively creative. Damon's eyes widen as realization dawns on him, breaking through the primal haze that still clings to his consciousness. He's naked. Completely, utterly exposed in front of my entire shell-shocked family. "Oh—shit," he mutters, spinning around with surprising grace for someone who just underwent a complete biological transformation. He snatches a tattered blanket from the floor and wraps it clumsily around his waist, his movements jerky with embarrassment. His face goes bright red—an unusual and almost endearing color for someone who just annihilated two deadly supernatural creatures without breaking

By dawn, news outlets had seized the story: "ADRAIN RETURNS—BUT THIS TIME, HE’S TEACHING YOU HOW TO WIN DIFFERENTLY.” “INTEGRITY OVER POWER? THE BILLIONAIRE WHO ONCE PLAYED TO WIN NOW PLAYS TO TEACH.” “ADRAIN’S REPUTATION WAS BUILT ON DOMINANCE. NOW IT’S BEING REBUILT ON REDEMPTION.” Elena sat on the edge of their bed the next morning, reading headlines while Aria played with her morning cereal and whispered stories to her spoon.

"What are you talking about?" Sarah’s fingers hovered over her keyboard. A strange feeling settled in her gut. "What news?" she asked warily. Instead of answering, Olivia reached over and tapped the screen. "See for yourself." Sarah’s heart pounded as she opened her browser. And then she froze. There, plastered across the screen, was a headline that made her stomach lurch. BREAKING NEWS: JAMES TURNER AND CHLOE HARRISON – A SECRET ROMANCE EXPOSED Beneath it were photos. Pictures of James and Chloe, her best friend, wrapped in each other’s arms. Laughing. Kissing. Whispering in each other’s ears like they were the only two people in the world.

CHAPTER THIRTY- EIGHT Nala’s POV To think this little shit of a cat hated my guts when we first met. Now the furry traitor was curled up on my pillow like we'd been married for ten years. I was halfway dozing off, trying to finish a chapter of some blood-soaked haunted-house novel — because fuck those cheesy romance books — when a muffled knock hit my door. I didn't even bother asking who it was, knowing nova or Lena could want to check up on me, I just yanked it open.

Yet, the man who had shared my bed for seven years didn’t offer a single word of care. Just then, my phone vibrated. When I checked, it was an official offer letter from an overseas company with which I had interviewed online. Without hesitation, I replied to confirm my start date. Then, I quickly pulled up a flight booking page and chose a departure seven days later. Since the house was empty most of the time, it would be easy to leave without notice. My hand had not fully recovered, but I managed to pack my luggage quickly. When everything was ready, I stood in the middle of the room and looked around. I had lived here for seven years. To say I felt nothing was impossible, but more than re

"You're so romantic. Interesting." "I will end your entire existence…" "Oh." His eyebrow went up. He had found the next section. "No… no no no…" I lunged for it. He held it above his head without even looking at me. He was so much taller it was genuinely offensive. Then he read the fantasy part. Out loud.

“That woman acted like a damn widow anytime I vanished. Crying. Calling police stations and spamming my phone with twenty missed calls.” The guys laughed loudly but the laugh stuck in my throat afterward because the memories hit harder than expected. Callista standing outside in the rain waiting for me. Callista crying while patching my wounds after gambling fights. Callista begging me to stop stealing before somebody killed me. Fuck. I pushed the thought away aggressively. “My new girl’s different,” I muttered. “Elysia isn’t clingy. She understands success.” At least I thought she did. I loosened my tie while walking deeper into the mansion. “Where’s Elysia?”

Then, I turned off my computer and went to water the plants on the balcony. The bougainvilleas outside the window were in full bloom, their purple petals swaying gently in the breeze. I recalled the words Dad used to love saying. "Elena, no matter what happens, live well." And so, I promised him I would live well. … Third Person's POV Meanwhile, in Newmont, a storm was brewing. After receiving the evidence Elena had provided, Guillermo didn't rush to act. He was an extremely cautious man, so he spent two full weeks verifying every piece of evidence, ensuring there were no gaps.

Allan picked up the only novel there which was in the far right corner almost covered by Allan's other tomes. Allan wasn't used to reading novels, just looking at the title made him lazy. 'Journey of Love?' Allan frowned. "Aish! What is this book? Never mind, it's better than nothing! Who knows, it might help me fall asleep!" Allan took the book which wasn't thick and returned to his recliner and started reading. At first he was lazy to read it but over time Allan was immersed in his new book, because the novel book was thin enough that Allan, who was used to reading thick Business and Management books, was able to finish it in a short time. Allan closed it. And looked towards the book.