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After she completely gave over control of her body to him, what sort of insult would she endure again? Suddenly, she recalled what he had said before claiming her body again. Help me forget her tonight... She laughed sadly. That's it. There was a disclaimer before he claimed her body again. She acted foolishly by failing to consider it. She was so anxious to offer herself to him again that she didn't even listen to what he said. She was just a rebound! A Rebound bride! A Rebound wife! She was only an option. "Yaz?" He appeared to be very concerned about avoiding an unplanned pregnancy that evening.

I uttered in a low tone, to avoid anyone hearing me. The last time I did, it didn’t end well really. The prologue and the preview seemed okay to me but when I went through the chapter one, I was hooked. The author took her time to explain all the details and didn’t rush the chapters. The book was about humans and the mermaid, a fictional book and hence, this might be the reason why Rebecca knew of her.

A random co worker called out as agreements rose up in the room. Rebecca pressed a palm to her forehead and shook it. “Fell off the radar? More like soared above it! SHE MARRIED INTO THE DIAMON DONATELLIS!” At her announcement, the tea room burst into pandemonium as several of the co workers cried their happiness and many expressed their disbelief. “I’m telling you guys,” Rebecca insisted. “She married the only son. The tycoon billionaire,” When looks of disbelief continued to pass around the room, she hissed and lunged for the TV remote.

She left right after that encounter. She's weird and she didn't even mind knowing me or my name at all. I'll surely remember her face if I will see her again. I am already looking forward for it. -- Rebecca's POV The house is a two-story studio type. It is situated in front of the many trees. I can say, we're a bit nearing the forest already. Our house is five minutes away from the main road which is a bit quiet. It's creepier since I am all alone in our house. It has two rooms on the upper part and there is a single room on the lower ground, near the kitchen. We have a simple sofa with fewer appliances. I've never felt so empty now that I can't feel any presence moving to and pro in the kit

Her bright eyes dance around until she huffs out a breath of relief. “Okay…” she whispers, and the angst in her voice is palpable. “Where do we start?” The afternoon slips away from us. Every minute that passes the sun provides less and less light. Without a lamp, we won’t be able to do much more. The books we managed to find are scattered around us in piles. Rebecca reaches into my backpack and pulls out a wrapped corn muffin. “How are you not starving?” she mutters, relaxing against the filing cabinet behind her.

Rebecca had always prided herself on knowing everything worth knowing about the people around her. Information was power, and power was the one thing she could never allow herself to lose—especially not when it came to Elias. But what she stumbled upon that morning shook even her. On her vanity, a folder lay open with neatly printed pages, photographs, and documents she had commissioned a private investigator to gather. At first, she had skimmed, expecting something ordinary: a financial record, maybe a work contract, a school background. Instead, the words nearly leapt from the paper.

“You are not. I know who you pretend to be. Kaia. Vivian’s assistant. The woman who looks like she’s always five steps ahead and nowhere at the same time. But I think you have forgotten who you really are before you let them change you.” “Sounds poetic.” “Sounds true.” He walks past me, over to the shelves I never use. Picks up a book I haven’t touched in years. Flips through it. Doesn’t read. “I’ve seen people do a lot of things after they’re broken,” he says. “Some of them run. Some of them rebuild. But the dangerous ones… the ones who come back quiet, calculated, smiling like they’ve forgotten? They never forget.” I say nothing. He turns and looks at me again. That same calm stare that us

My face slowly morphed into a more serious and expressionless one as I made my way towards Mother’s office. Immediately I got to her office, I pushed the door open and walked in, she looked up from behind her desk and her gaze settled on the crate of books in my hands, “What do you want?!” She asked, I stared at her quietly, I stared deep into her eyes and she stared back into mine, I was about to push my luck very far but then again I know she’s in a pickle, I was her best hand here and me leaving would automatically mean that she’ll loose partnership with BM Corp who is supposed to be DMW biggest client.

Rebecca was the first person I noticed the moment I walked in, the woman that had invaded my dreams and mind. The first and last time I had seen her before she walked into my study had been at my wedding. She was just a little teenager back then, a bright little blonde girl who looked like the brand ambassador for the color pink. Her father had tried to introduce her to me, but her eyes were fixed on my wife's glass heels, she didn't spare me a glance. My late wife had found her cute and couldn't stop talking about her even though Rebecca barely said a word to her or even looked at her too.

JACOB POV I watch Rebecca stand nervously in front of a Dior branch boutique, her brows scrunched as she fiddled with a stray lock of her hair that seemed to enjoy bouncing in the wind. My hands l**k with hers before I stare at Chen and she nods before walking in, ahead of us. "Why're we standing outside here and not going in?" Becca asked me and I smile down at her. "Chen is clearing the place" "What?" She stuttered, her mouth forming into a perfect O shape that has my groin tightening. A flashed image of us in Aspen mountains makes me grunt out too. Becca, kneeling in front of me, her hair falling in waves behind her while I fuck her mouth.