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Five years after my younger brother Luca and my fiancée Elena were killed in an ambush, I arranged my own burial at sea. I was pressing the engraved nameplate onto my custom urn when my father, Don Salvatore Leo, walked into the room with a cigar between his lips. "Antonio, you don't need to go to the docks to mourn them this year. They're not dead." My fingers went white around the nameplate. Then the hidden door in the safe room opened from the inside. Luca walked out with Elena in his arms, casually spinning the emerald ring I had once given her around his finger. "I won the bet," he said, lazy about it. "I told you we could live right next door to him for five years and he'd never

“This is a Christmas gift. Open it now. Even the women here understand basic manners better than you. “I really don’t understand how we ended up hiring trash like you.” After opening it, the words “24-Hour Overtime Voucher” came into view. It was exactly the same as my previous life. “How interesting. Trash has such bad luck even when drawing. “Did you walk under a ladder or something?”

I started to feel a cold sweat forming all over my body. What have I gotten myself into? Seeing me not responding but vividly shocked he went ahead speaking, "There is another way though, you can just give up your stupid ego and continue working under me or I just told you what would happen if you don't so….think wisely Mrs Fletchers and let me know" he added and sat back on his chair.

, I scoff, dumping those files aside. "I know you are depressed because of back to back shocks. But you need to overcome it", he stands up and pats my back. I can only shake my head this moment. "Anyway, I have a lot of work to do. See you later", he leaves. I had no work pending since I had completed everything two daya back before taking the leave. I idly sit on my chair and close my eyes. Flashback

It was a thundering sound that jolted me awake. -I wondered when the sleeping pill would wear off. Looks like you haven't slept well in a long time. I tried to get up to run away. I fell to the ground, I had the shackles around my feet. They prevented me from going very far. Meters before the door I was already on my knees on the ground. Goth was watching me stealthily, a smug smile on his face. He was enjoying every minute he had me locked up here. -Revenge is the most delicious dish of all. -He smiled, humming a song, having fun.

He gritted his teeth and told himself to focus. Eventually, with exactly 28 minutes to spare, Sebestian jumped up with a whoop, having finished the game and beaten Alexandra long-reigning high score. "I did it!" He laughed when he turned and found the Omega sulking on the couch even if her eyes glowed with pride. "You did? You know that's half my victory, right? I basically walked you to that high score, Sebestian." Alexandra sulked but she couldn't stop herself from laughing too. Eventually, they both dissolved into a helpless fit of giggles, and Sebestian collapsed on the couch doubled over at the sheer ridiculousness of it all.

Despair settled deep in my chest—I could already see the miserable fate awaiting me. Then, suddenly, I heard Levi's voice. He appeared behind me and cut through the ropes with a swift stroke. While grabbing my hand, he pulled me out of the nightmare. When I turned back, the Grant family estate was in ruins, overtaken by wild grass and blooming flowers. I held onto Levi tightly, feeling as though all the misfortune and suffering that had plagued me had finally disappeared. That night, I slept soundly for the first time in a long while. …

If anyone found out, they would surely look down upon her. Oliver made a soft sound of acknowledgment and turned to walk downstairs. As Flora passed through the garden towards the backyard, she saw Oliver floating in the swimming pool, resembling a fish swimming lazily. In the morning light, his strong and slender body exuded a seductive charm, except for the ominous blue dragon tattoo on his back, which inspired fear in anyone who saw it.

Then greed replaced it. She dropped to her knees with a dull thud. Tears streamed down her face. "Ced, I know I was wrong. I truly understand now… That bastard Donovan tricked me. He ran away with the last money I had left. I have nothing now. Nothing. You're the only one I have. "Ced, we were husband and wife for so many years. Please help me. You're rich now. Just give me a little. That's enough for me to start over. If you help me, I'll come back to the family. I'll make it up to you."

That way, he could duck behind Amanda and act all pitiful, saying, "Why is Steven being so aggressive?" It was the perfect foil for his own innocent act. He'd done it countless times three years ago. However, the old me back then reacted that way because I cared about Amanda. I loved her and didn't want her to get too close to another man. I empathized with her for the emotional trauma she'd endured since childhood. I wanted her to feel loved. I remembered every word she ever said to me back then. But this time, I simply frowned and remarked, "Your acting is a little over the top this time, Mr. Lewis."