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Every corner of the room held memories: the wardrobe where Rebecca used to arrange their clothes, the large mirror she often used while dressing up, even the faint scent of Rebecca’s perfume still lingered. Everything in that room pulled Samuel deeper into longing. He felt utterly alone, even though Sindy kept trying to give him strength. “Reno, Daddy must stay strong for you,” he whispered softly, trying to convince himself. Yet his heart remained fragile, as if his life had lost its meaning without Rebecca by his side. Elsewhere, the contrast was striking. Rebecca—now living in Ellya’s body—was busy in her room. Two large suitcases lay open on the floor, with neatly folded clothes inside.

True. Rebecca had just slipped into her pj’s, her skin still stinging from the hot bath she’d soaked in for an hour. Her latest romance novel sat limp on the side of the tub, the air moist with heat. She tugged at her hair, pulling the long copper strands into a bun and walking from the bathroom, a growl on her lips at having to still wear her bra with her nightgown. Parker had gone out for soda and would be home any minute. Even though she wasn’t incredibly blessed in the bust area, there was enough there to get his attention. “I’m thinking a stump with boobs would get his attention.”

"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.

Rebecca said. Elena looked at Adrian. He nodded, so she nodded as well. “May I know how much you charge?” “There will be no charge since I’m just using your wedding to advertise my designs,” Rebecca replied. “That’s…” Elena was pleasantly surprised. Reebecca was a top designer who’d earn in the millions every month. There was no real need for her to freely display her designs. “Thank you.” Elena and Rebecca exchanged numbers. “You can send me the measurements tonight,” Rebecca then waved goodbye and left with her husband.

“A setup near the lake. My husband could help arrange it, nice dinner, cocktails. Just make sure you bring Nathaniel.” I wanted to ask if Mr. Adams would stay longer this time because he had retired early the night before, but I kept quiet. Some people were just early sleepers. Rebecca grimaced at her paint-stained hands. “I’m going to freshen up. I’ll see you in an hour.” And with a final wave, she disappeared through the fringe curtain at the studio’s entrance.

That wasn’t the first time Jackson had spoken like he expected them to separate. Her chest tightened as she turned back to look at the woods. “Sure. Why not? Let’s invite Mother dearest to this wonderful party,” she said tightly before walking towards the trees. Rebecca came out from behind a tree trunk wearing a different dress, one that looked expensive, but still barefoot. “I don’t want to intrude,” Rebecca said. “I find that hard to believe,” she said. “Where did you get the dress?” Rebecca smoothed down the silk of the silky green summer dress that brought out her eyes even in the dying light. Her mother looked like some sort of ethereal beauty. If those were the changes Brit had seen i

The ride to Rebecca's house was partially smooth-the path which they had taken was rocky. Rebecca looked through the window and had her eyes at the birds that flew to their nest in a tree. "Your grace?" Zita called her attention. Rebecca diverted her eyes from the window to her. They sat opposite each other. "Does my dress look okay? I plan not to embarrass my mistress in front of her family." She asked nervously. Rebecca couldn't help her but chuckled. She found her words amusing. Zita misunderstood the laughter and felt shy that her assumptions were right.

He obviously wasn’t in the mood to talk. I decided that I must have heard him wrong. We couldn’t have dreamt about each other at the same time. It wasn’t possible. Was it? I couldn’t help but press my hand against my frantically beating heart. •* * I had hoped to leave all the drama at the door once I reached Arthur’s office. Unfortunately, Rebecca would not let that happen. Rebecca worked with Arthur’s clothes. She brought a pre-selected collection of outfits each session for me to look over, mix, and match according to the occasion. Then she would take them away once we were finished for the day.

"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.