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Royal’s POV "Does she even have a soul left in there?" Ripley asked. He dragged the edge of the blade along the inside of her thigh. The metal was cold and sharp. It snagged on the thin fabric of her underwear and sliced through it like paper. Rilla didn't move. She didn't flinch or cry out. Her eyes were wide and fixed on the window, watching the clouds move across the blue sky. It was like she had stepped out of her own body and left the shell behind.

Fear and disbelief was over Stella's face while Lucian seems more interested in know more about who I'm talking about “She's someone I met at heaven's gate, she's stuck there because she has grudges to resolve. She has the exact same eyes and a more beautiful brown hair, nice shape and Yes! Her sweet voice too” “Really? You made friends in the afterlife?” she furrowed her brow in disbelief “Just few of them, but Riya stood out because her story was sad and touching” I made a sad face, shaking my head from side to side. Like the thought of her was making me sad.

It might not be as comfortable for me, but Rachel seems to have her best time cuddling in my arms. I smiled, moving her hair away from her eyes. She seems like the child in this position, an adorable, carefree child that enjoys being sleepy with her favorite stuffed toys wrapped around her. Well, in Rachel’s case, I guess I’m her stuffed toy, looking at the way she lay on top of my chest. Damn, she is adorable, and with every passing second, I think I’m falling even more than I was before. While Rachel was enjoying her slumber, I tried to close my eyes too, but before I could sleep, I heard Liam cry from his room.

Ryan break this pictu- My eyes get terrifically wide as I see the playboy swimsuit calendar on his table. The girl in the bikini is Kelly Clawford, the model I slept with last week. Is he into girls? Is he straight? I ask myself. My wolf is swimming in jealousy, envying the calendar bikini girl. Ryan, tear this calendar and that dog's picture, break all the computers and tables. Dakota screams in my head. "I have an extra if you like it this much." I knew who said that because my heartbeats instantly fasten hearing his smug voice. I turn my head, glaring at my mate. Does this human even know who I am?

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She ruffled my hair and I swatted her hand away, making us chuckle. Just then, Rhea came into the room, already dressed in ripped shorts that were exposing her ass cheeks and a crop top with a low neck, revealing her generous cleavage. Her feet were adorned in seven-inch killer heels. Her wavy blond hair was parted in the middle while it dropped to her shoulders. She was done with her makeup already and looked ravishing. Trinity wolf-whistled on seeing her, making us chuckle. "Why are you girls not dressed?". Rhea inquired with furrowed brows.

Now Jackson was pulling in one direction and Brandon could feel it and neither of them had the words for what was happening because the reason for it was something none of us could say out loud. Me. I was the reason. My phone buzzed. Elora. I stared at her name for a second before picking up. “Have you seen it?” No greeting. Just those four words, urgent and clipped. “Seen what?” “There’s a new student run digital platform called Spill Page.” I heard her moving, a door closing somewhere on her end. “It just posted something. Rhea, it’s about you.” I sat up straighter. “What do you mean it’s about me?”

Regards, A concerned person Rhea used her fake account so she can’t use her real name. It also makes sure that she’s not tied too much to the drama that’s about to unfold. Rhea sends the pictures of Munya and Anna and the screenshots of their conversations. Rhea really wants to know how this will play out. If it goes viral and a video comes out of Rebecca beating a naked Anna trying to run away then she would have achieved her goal. ****

I bet no. How about me then? How am I going to stop these feelings of mine? How can I step forward How can I wake up from this nightmare that is slowly eating me. “I’m tired!” Rhea’s shout filled all over the place, I offered her the water, and she immediately tok it. “I really need to practice my immune system, it is getting lower and lower every day!” she hissed. “I told you Love, even in bed you seem so always tired!” Tristan laughed and pulled a joke. Rhea’s hands ultimately landed on his chest. “Hey! Filter your mouth, you sneaky bastard!” she fastened her walk and cling into my arms.

When they left the 15th floor, the staff started gossiping again. "She’s a Ripley." "She’s Albert Ripley’s daughter." "I worked for R. I for almost a year and this is the first time I’ve seen Miss Ripley." "R.I employees, is it true that she’s mean?" When Chloe heard that they started gossiping again she shouted and said, "Ms. Ripley hates people speaking behind her back. If you love your job, stop gossiping and start doing it." * *