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I cried, "I swear I'd call cops on you!' I screamed. I had been arrested so many times for domestic things, like being in a strip club, illegal sex work, and I definitely would stay from the police but this man didn't know thet so I could threaten him. He for one was not appearing threatened. I knew there was no saving me so I gave up talking. I hugged my arms and widened my eyes. This definitely had something to do with Park. What if he wanted to kill me for finding out about his identity? I gulped and looked out the window to see if I could capture any landmarks but there was none. So many questions ran through my head, why would someone as wealthy as Park want to venture into illegal deal

I was still dressed in the wedding outfit, hair messy and tangled, eyes smudged with eyeliner that I almost screamed thinking I was a ghost in a white dress. I made the bed quickly, knowing I would leave for work today. I had eight months to pay off eighty million and for fuck's sake that was a huge amount. I was about to make my way into the bathroom when the door opened and I held myself from screaming, panic surging through me. Mr Cross. He walked out of the bathroom, hair damp and water dripping from his hair down to his torso. The sweatpants he wore sat loosely below his waist that I turned around immediately.

But it had become a mirror—every silence, every quiet corner, just reflected the chaos in her heart. “Why does love always end with heartbreak?” she whispered to herself, her voice barely audible over the rain. She came to this place—north of Vancouver—to run from the pain. Two months ago, her fiancé, Oasis Gramper, died of lung cancer. He was the man who had made her believe love could be kind, love could be safe. Their meeting had been serendipitous: both seeking solace, both running from ghosts. Their time together was short, but meaningful. He had proposed under a field of stars, his eyes filled with hope and trembling promises. She said yes.

I ask Tyler. "Of course," he replies. I walk over to the table carefully, trying not to drip blood all over the place. Water sloshes as I lift the bowl. In the corner of the tent opposite the bed, a screen has been set up to change behind. I walk behind it and set the bowl down on the ground. Pulling on one of the ties on the robe, I loosen the knot until both sides fall free. I allow the soft fabric of the robe to slip from my shoulders, down my arms, and into a pool around my feet. Stepping away from the pool, I remove the rag from the water and wring it out. Each swipe of the rag across my body stains the fabric a deep red. After only five swipes, I need to rinse the rag. With each succes

So, he could give a comment or two about each place they went. "So, this place is Kirk's domain." Gwen couldn't believe it. "Back then, I still hadn't believed it when people called him the richest man in the world. I thought there had to be families more powerful than the Morrisons. But it seems that I was ignorant." "It's normal for you to think this way. Kirk became the world's wealthiest man with his own capabilities in just a few years. "He's a different league from the Morrisons, who had accumulated their wealth over the generations."

If it weren't for her wealth, this unscrupulous businesswoman would have bankrupted her within minutes. After transferring the money, Aimee asked, "How long will it take?" "Tomorrow morning at eight o'clock. Be there in Innisrial on time. Shall I deliver it to you or will you pick it up?"Matilda inquired. Aimee's mouth twitched. This conniving woman never missed an opportunity to make money. Without hesitation, Aimee replied, "Send it here.""Tsk, I was trying to save you some cash," Matilda hypocritically remarked, "You truly are a wealthy woman. So

"Well, aside from dealing with Charissa’s annoying ass at work..." Rilly groaned, rolling her eyes. She and Charissa had never been friends. "...and my mom’s endless medical bills, I would say I am doing okay." Rilly reached for my hand, squeezing it. "You are one strong woman, my love. Never you forget that." I blinked away the sudden sting in my eyes. "Enough with the waterworks. Spill the tea, Rill. Why are you back?" She sighed dramatically. "Girl, you would not believe the mess I am in."

All the price of a life lived in the shadows while he played king in a palace built on my silence. I turned the deadbolt. Richard was a wreck. His silk shirt was plastered to his skin, translucent from the downpour. Water dripped from his jaw, pooling on my cheap welcome mat. He didn't look like the Alpha of the Silver-Oak Pack. He looked like a man who had lost his way in the dark. "You're tracking water everywhere," I said. "I'll buy you a new rug." He stepped inside without waiting. He looked around the cramped living room. The mismatched sofa. The sagging bookshelf. The smell of cheap detergent and yesterday's soup.

I wouldn’t be surprised if a billet comes flying into the car the moment Nick starts talking because there are no depths of evil the Rutherfords haven’t reached. “I had to save my life. I was poor. Very poor. So poor I couldn’t afford anything, not even a shirt. My father was a gambler, my mother was an alcoholic, my younger sister died from severe yet untreated heart diseases, my elder brother ran away from home many years ago. I’m the only surviving family member… that’s if my elder brother isn’t dead. I had to drop out of college in my second year. I roamed the streets, homeless for four years but one day, while working at a strip club, I met Mr Ricci Rutherford. He asked me to play a gam

Angela Valdez was a gorgeous 25 year old orphan a typical ordinary female who is notorious for her clumsiness, she had recently completed her college education on that day she met Jamie St Patrick,a bold and arrogant billionaire,However in an absurd circumstance. In Las Vegas the St Patrick brothers were known as rich mean billionairs they were obscenely wealthy and ruthless. They were ruthless and deadly. Angela stood on the pedestrian lane searching for a cab it was raining outside and she wnated to go home she saw a Lamborghini approaching her at high speed, she was able to escape being hit by the auto mobile but it splattered dirt water all over her body she was so irritated and enraged