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Tyler asked curiously and Rebecca swallowed hard. She only wanted to ask him for his blood and see if it'll bring her memories back faster but it seems she had ended up exposing herself. She couldn't let him know her real identity and she couldn't possibly say she had been to to human world, he wouldn't believe her at all since she's been with him all these while and even before she got to know him, she's been with Carol. “Rebecca, why aren't you saying anything?” He asked again. “I..it doesn't matter where I got the book from. I just wanted to confirm if it's true.” She said and Tyler stared at her for a few seconds before nodding.

I showed the photograph to Liam. "She is brave," he said. "She is stubborn." "Same thing." I put the photograph on the mantel. Rebecca called every week. The bookstore in Montpelier was almost ready. She was painting the walls purple. "Tom says it is too much," she said. "Tom is wrong." "Thank you. I needed to hear that." "You are welcome." She sighed. "I miss you." "I miss you too." "Summer is almost here." "Summer is when we gather."

" Rebecca gasped, her eyes widened as she eyed Nikki from head to toe. author Facebook page: Author faith Odulesi Instagram:@faithodulesi

She said truthfully and Rebecca hummed. Rebecca is an orphan who doesn't have a home and a background. She made her way into Princess Joanna's garden for shelter. She had always hoped for not being caught there but Luckily, the princess wasn't a cruel and wicked princess like the others she knew off. Despite circumstances that Joanna faced, she was humble and modest to the orphan.They became best friends. ***** Kim Annie I'm sorry if there are mistakes in the previous chapters. This chapter is unedited

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.

As she scrolled down, she saw a comment. [There are only two people who fit the criteria of the president according to the description. One is Abigail Grace and Rebecca Tylor.] the comment said. And this comment gave and idea to all their problems. Rebecca… Yes! Rebecca is the answer for everything. —--------- Author’s notes: Why do you think Rebecca is the answer for their problems? If she is why? Let me know your thoughts in comments!

I focused my attention back on the novel and leaned back on the couch to make myself comfortable. As I kept on reading about Rebecca’s innocence in her early days of marriage I couldn’t help but feel bad about her. She really did love her husband. I remember reading about all the criticism the writer once faced when she wrote this book. Many people pointed out Rebecca as a weak naïve stupid girl whereas in reality she was only blindly devoted to Maxim. I often refrained from reading classic English literature. Most of them were too depressing for my taste and already depressed self. That’s why I loved modern romance books. They were more interesting and focused on reality more.

Hunter noticed that he looked deep in thought but that only lasted for a second because Rebecca went to take the rock next his. "How come you only have book 3 of The Mafia Family?" Rebecca was asking him. "No book 1 or 2." He chuckled. "Because that's the only book where their whole system is actually brought down." Rebecca nodded. "Interesting." "Which book did you pick?" "This one." She showed him the cover. "Not really a crime girl but it's all you got." "What do you like?" "Romance." "Why am I not surprised?" Rebecca laughed. "What's that supposed to mean?"

[Understood, Ma’am. Rebecca closed her laptop after replying. She stood up, stretched her shoulders, and walked toward her bedroom. But before actually going to bed, she picked up her notebook again and sat briefly on the edge of the bed. “There’s a meeting tomorrow morning. I have to be ready. If you were here, you’d be my shield. But now… I have to learn to stand on my own.” Rebecca looked toward the photo of Samuel placed on the bedside table. She then climbed into bed and pulled the blanket up slowly.

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.