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But it’s okay, when she wants to talk, I’ll be here to explain myself. I sit in front of the computer still in my room and answer some work messages, some are from custom requests and other congratulations and partnership invitation. My gaze fixed on the e-mail that I could not read because Tobias had entered my room as if he were the owner. Smiling. I click on the e-mail and read: December 21, 14:15 DE: niltorres@g***l.com TO: niharavitti16@g***l.com SUBJECT: Please forgive me

Clairol said almost whisper when she feel weaken all of a sudden. “Where?” Draven still looking at her intently while he was slowly guiding her body swaying for a dance. “Go home.” Clairol tried to not get distracted from the man—doing to her body. They were closed to each other. Coincidentally, the music sudden change into a romantic music that pushing their awkward bodies into a fluid rhythm. “It's too early.” Draven said while they continued dancing slowly. “I have still work tomorrow.” “How about I send you home?” Draven suggest. He don't want to end his night like this. There's something on this woman that makes him doing some unthinkable.

It's for the best. . . With a knock on my door, Ryan came into my cabin with a file in hand. "Sir, here are the papers you asked for. Your lawyer has asked you to contact him personally when you can." He said and put the file on my desk. With a heavy heart, I picked it up and checked the papers inside. I hated reading them but I had to. DIVORCE AGREEMENT It's for the best. I told myself and got up from my desk. "Have you cancelled all my appointments for today?" I asked Ryan and he said that he did. I wrapped up my things and was about to leave when Sophie came in.

“Kyran, I’ve already made an offer like this despite being a woman, so don’t decline my offer anymore. I’m not trying to do anything to you, and I’ll be fine lying on the same bed with you till the morning. It’s too cold outside.” Kyran swallowed a gulp of saliva. “I know you’re not trying to do anything to me…” ‘It’s me who is scared I’ll do something to you.’ He could not bring himself to type that. He remembered how she resisted him in the past, and he had already done everything he could to avoid being that disgusting self. He did not wish to let Deirdre find out about the kind of person he was. Kyran felt his throat choked up, and it was difficult to make a sound. In the end, he relente

“Just confirming.” Zara’s heart slammed in her chest. “Confirming what?” “The retreat,” he said simply. Her mother blinked, finally looking up. “Oh. You want to call someone from her office?” “Yes,” he said. Zara tried to stay composed. “There’s really no need to call, Daddy. We’re actually going. It’s real. I can even forward you the email.” Her father smiled thinly. “I just want to hear it from someone else. It’s not that I don’t trust you.”

I said slowly, “and I don’t like what I hear next—” “You walk away,” Eleanor said immediately. “No penalty. No retaliation. No interference.” “And the offer?” “Remains open for forty-eight hours.” I searched her face for something human. A crack. Ambition. Malice. I found only professionalism. I picked up the pen. The moment it touched the paper, I felt the weight of it. Not fear, responsibility. The kind that comes when you know a decision will change the shape of your life. I signed. Eleanor took the document back, checked it once, then finally opened the folder.

No turning back. “You’re hesitating,” he observed, his voice calm, almost mocking. “Have you finally realized what you’re signing up for?” I inhaled sharply. “I can read flawlessly. I know what I’m doing.” A flicker of satisfaction crossed his expression. “Then sign.” My fingers trembled as I reached for the pen. One signature, and my fate was sealed. I pressed the tip to the paper, forcing my name onto the contract. The ink smudged slightly from the sweat on my palms, but it was done.

LET THEM WHISPER... The invitation wasn’t really an invitation. It was an announcement. A thick cream envelope lay on Abigail’s vanity when she walked into the bedroom that morning, her name written in elegant calligraphy. She opened it, expecting something personal, but instead found the embossed seal of the Vandell Corporation at the top. Luke was adjusting his cufflinks in the mirror. “What’s this?” she asked, holding it up. He didn’t even glance at the card. “Annual Charity gala. I’m hosting.”

He leaned forward, resting his elbows on the desk, his gaze never leaving mine. “Why did you say yes?” he asked, his voice low and measured. I swallowed, carefully choosing my words. “Because I didn’t have a choice.” His eyes sharpened. “There’s always a choice.” I let out a breathless laugh, the sound bitter and hollow. “Not for people like me.” His fingers stopped tapping. Something in his expression shifted , was it sympathy? Regret? I couldn’t tell, and before I could make sense of it, he stood abruptly, pushing his chair back with a quiet scrape.

They were really big guys with muscular forms and tall heights. I tapped him on the shoulder, and he turned around. "Hi," I said, smiling. "Hello, Miss Romano. Are you alright?" He asked with a serious face, making my smile falter slightly. "I made these and got some for you and your friend beside you," I said and shoved the container in his hands. "O-oh, thank you, but we can't accept it." He said while trying to hand the container back to me. "I insist. And my name is Jessica. What's your name?"