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"Oh, you're yelling at me? What exactly do you have that compares to Myra? All these years, she handled everything, and I just had to sign papers. I never had to lift a damn finger!" The two of them tore into each other without holding anything back. But no amount of screaming could fix the company's collapse. Soon after, Alan's company fell apart completely. To cover the financial losses, the court forced them out of the villa Alan and I once lived in together. It had to be auctioned off. And even with their lives falling to pieces, neither of them chose to actually work or rebuild. Instead, to maintain the lifestyle they were used to, they turned to gambling. It didn't take long for them t

Like he was saying: *I don't need to hide anymore. He pulled his t-shirt over his head, dropping it on the floor. I watched as he slid out of his jeans, standing naked in the moonlight that filtered through the curtains. His body was a landscape of hard planes and sharp angles, every muscle defined, every line deliberate. He climbed into my bed, pulling back the covers. "Come here."

Chloe kept going on with her minions, narrating how she caught Hazel red handed in brothel one day. "I have seen her eying Edward with lusty eyes. She must have done it to gain his attention. God! What kind of slut is she to destroy the home of her own friend." Chloe's words caused Edward blood to boil. A prostitute? A prostitute tried to ruin his notoriety. That made him clenched his fists. His lowered eyes turned towards the crowd. They gasped, seeing the intensity of rage behind his charcoal eyes. He wouldn't be son of MNA Arnold Salvatore if he didn't make this prostitute shed tears of misery.

All I had wanted was to have darkness consume me. I wanted to find peace in the menacing silence. To find comfort on the cold floor But I knew it just hadn't been possible. My life was now a huge disaster and I had no one help me fix it ,defintely not Jax . I hadn't even told the poor guy. Romano couldn't even help me get back up from my feet . My father was the type to watch you fail in silence . Thinking of Lucinda Corti,I shed a tear but wiped it before it ran through.