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Brown hate Rebecca. I really didn't understand Alden's thinking either. If he loved Rebecca, he shouldn't have let Rebecca come here to see me and Matthew sweetly together. The moment Rebecca walked in, many people noticed her, myself included of course. Rebecca wore a white, wide spread, heel-length gown that was arguably one of the most gorgeous gowns of today. But this outfit was too gorgeous, it looked like a wedding dress. I only chose a simple and comfortable pink dress, most of the other guests also chose simple and elegant suits. Everyone dressed up with luxury with high-end designer items or custom-made dresses, but no one overpowered the others like Rebecca. When she entered, a tri

"Look how beautiful she is. It's a shame I couldn't see it live." "So what? She's not yours anymore." He gazed at the woman on the screen and smiled. "But I'm still proud of her." "Wait, why is she dancing the female lead? Didn't they have another dancer?" "Yeah, I was wondering the same thing. Why wasn't it Willow? And the understudy took the male lead's role. Look." "Indeed... Did they fight?" Vance thought about Desmond's recent behavior and shook his head. ... When Rebecca returned from Edinburgh to Paris, Gabriel came to pick her up personally.

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.

-Four Weeks Later- They’d finally found a routine for filming the production of Empire Nights. Rebecca loved the show with its era of rich clothes and the hint of risky behaviour for the time. A gin joint with a resident gum shoe and the female plucky owner of the gin joint who had a per chant for stumbling into crimes. Rebecca’s health eased up a little, even though she still struggled with symptoms periodically. But today she’d tied herself up in knots over the major scene they’d film.

I said as Ava nodded and turned her back against me. I stared back at the tablet, my gaze darkening as the image of Rebecca shifted, her tear-streaked face from last night flashing in its place. No wonder she had looked familiar. I just hadn’t paid her any real attention before. But now that she had caught my interest… I’d make sure she was mine.

"If you could have someone kidnap Nyla, why can't I do this to you?" Nathaniel argued, "I never intended to hurt her. The accident was just that—an accident! And… I didn't know she would be kidnapped…" "An accident?" Damon's smile turned icy, his gaze sharp. "Then let the bankruptcy of the Preston Group be an accident too." The office door burst open again, and Rebecca was thrown in like a rag doll. Her clothes were disheveled, her hair a mess, and she looked utterly defeated. Seeing her like this, Nathaniel was stunned.

I smile, trying to be humorous. Rebecca did not relax, however. - Are you sure you don't want to come with me? She insists. - No, I prefer not. I decide by diving back into my notebook. - Good. She whispers before getting back into the shower. Rebecca is a girl with a café-au-lait complexion and is the only girl I talk to. Although for a pastor's daughter, she dresses in an almost Gothic way. She remains decent in general terms and lives with one foot in the church and the other sometimes oscillating towards the secular world....

"Gama... she's the key to everything. I have to make sure that she stays on my side, or at the very least, doesn't suspect anything." Rebecca's mind kept spinning, looking for ways to manipulate the situation back in her favor. "If necessary, I will use everything at my disposal to ensure that my plan goes smoothly. They won't know what hit them until it's too late." With determination, Rebecca closed her notebook and hid it in the drawer. She took a deep breath, trying to calm herself down before rejoining the family in the dining room. Outside the room, the atmosphere was still full of cheerfulness. Clarissa, Sierra, Gama, and the others seemed to enjoy their moment together. Rebecca smile

Rebecca placed her phone beside her and lay back on the bed, staring up at the ceiling. Her mind still lingered on everything they had discussed. Her aunt. Seraphina. And the feeling she could not shake. Slowly, sleep claimed her. —------ At first, her sleep was going peacefully, then the dream began. Rebecca stood in a place she did not recognize. Or perhaps maybe she did. It felt like the estate. But not quite. The shadows were longer, the air colder and the silence heavier. She moved slowly, her steps echoing in a way that felt unnatural.

The door clicked shut, and the silence that followed was deafening. Bradley slumped onto the edge of the bed, staring at the picture of Rebecca once more. " Rebecca ,Where are you, you are important to me, I need you to survive, come home is yours?" he thought desperately. "Are you even alive"He felt like he was spiraling into an abyss of hopelessness, " if you are alive the mansion is yours" ***