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Ruby’s POV Rebecca showed up at my hotel early on Saturday morning, arms crossed and eyes blazing. She let herself in before I even finished opening the door, and barely glanced at the messy bed or the pile of tissues on the nightstand. “Ruby,” she said, “I swear, if you don’t divorce that man, I’ll do it for you.” I tried to laugh, but it came out choked. Rebecca sat beside me and put an arm around my shoulders. “He’s a scumbag. I always felt he was,.”

Will I be able to stand the truth? Rebecca and I have been good friends since we were just kids and I don't want to ruin that by doing this. Part of me clearly did not want to do this but my inquisitive side wanted so badly to know why her character was changing. Rebecca has stopped behaving like Rebecca and has started behaving like...well me. Rebecca of old was mellow,a push over,quite,and very shy. But Rebecca of now is feisty,smart and very bold. It's almost as if they are two people who has been living in that body.

This brute! "Stop it, Reid! Just stop, will you?" I could sense his heavy breathing while he was on the phone call with me. "Becca, would you believe me when I say I miss your naked bare body near me? I couldn't wait to touch you again, to make you mine again, to hear you moan my name, baby."

Rebecca took off her sneakers and allowed her feet to sink into the white fluffy carpet. This feels good! she felt like a little school girl again. She dropped her backpack and headed straight to the adjoining TV room, but there was no one there. Instead, jazz music could be heard over the stereo system, making her wanting to break into a slow dance. She was giddy with excitement. Get a hold of yourself, Rebecca Grey! You need to talk some sense to William about the cover-up and ask him about the rose, she smacked her head, willing herself to be more sensible. She hated feeling like a fish out of water.

Chapter 35: Final Message. A Message from Rebecca to You, Dear Readers Hello everyone. My name is Rebecca, and if you have followed my story all the way to this final chapter, I want to thank you deeply from the bottom of my heart. It means more to me than you will ever know that you took the time to read about my life, my struggles, my tears, and my eventual joy. Writing this message feels emotional because sharing my journey has been both painful and healing. I hope my words find you well, wherever you are in your own life right now.

Those guards would pay for their unnecessary roughness—I would see to it personally—but not here. ​Rebecca pressed a trembling hand against her bleeding forehead, sobbing weakly. “I didn’t do it… Enzo… please… I swear I didn’t…” ​I rubbed my jaw hard, trying to think, but my head felt loud. Nothing made sense anymore. The Rebecca I knew—my Rebecca—was a saint. She was reckless and spoiled, yes, but she once spent two days mourning a bird with a broken wing. She could be many things, but a kidnapper? A murderer? It was something I couldn't wrap my head around.

Always playing innocent. I tapped the message open—and for a second, I felt dizzy. No… no, this couldn’t be real. I blinked. Once. Twice. My chest tightened as my eyes locked on the image on the screen. “Kendrick Reyes of Reyes Corporation meets with Rebecca.” I couldn’t breathe. My fingers trembled as I zoomed in on the picture. Rebecca was in his arms. In the middle of a damn board meeting. And the way he looked at her—soft, close, intimate.

Rebecca’s POV "Yes, I am pregnant." Staring at the two bold lines on each of the seven pregnancy test strips on the table, I muttered to myself. After battling constant episodes of nausea and vertigo for the previous three days, I made the decision to take an exam this morning. My heart leaped with joy as I scanned each of the strips for the umpteenth time this morning to make sure that I was seeing right. and that I wasn't experiencing those kinds of dreams once more.

Now, that's a question that did not answer up until now. (Adapted from The Niapachad Island; in the perspective of The Origins, first edition) *~*~*~*~* Lady Rebecca Davis, or also known as Becca by her friends and families, closed the book that she was currently reading about the history of her home country, The Niapachad Island; in the perspective of The Origins. The author was anonymous but the book was published for public usage as she did remember reading it when she was being tutored by one of the greatest minds on the island.