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Michele's voice pulled me back to reality. "If she hadn't left all those years ago, the woman at my side would be a gambler. How could it be an angel like you? Tomorrow is our 99th day together, and I'm putting the most profitable strip club in Vallasia under your name." Michele looked at Barbara with complete indulgence and pinched her cheek playfully. Barbara laughed softly and leaned in to kiss him. A sudden, stabbing pain tore through my side, forcing a sharp gasp from me. It was the scar I had carried for five years, left behind when I sold a kidney just to stay alive after I failed to repay my loan.

Genevieve's fingers traced the cover of the book, her eyes glinting with malice. "Don't touch it!" I screamed, trying to lunge forward, but two bodyguards held me back. "Just be a good girl and marry him. In three years, when the contract is up, I'll give all of this back to you, untouched," Genevieve said, looking down at me like I was a pathetic insect. "Otherwise, you'll never see any of it again." Tears welled in my eyes. I bit my lip so hard I tasted blood. They had me.

"If Damien is still out there... will he try to find me again?" Elena didn’t lie. "He might. But he won’t win this time. I promise you." Rose looked to Sophie, who held her hand tightly. "Then take him down. For all of us." **** That Night – Elena’s Quarters The room was dimly lit, scattered with evidence boards, encrypted tablets, and scattered documents. Grayson sat in a chair near the fireplace, shirtless, wrapping a fresh bandage around his torso. Elena entered, her eyes catching on the scar that crossed his ribs.

"Don, the knife work was lethal. If you'd truly meant to kill me, I wouldn't be here breathing." A flicker of madness in Wade's eyes froze for a split second before he erupted into a wild laugh. His laughter twisted the scars on his face into something even more sinister. Out of nowhere, he lunged and clamped down on my wrist. His grip was so strong I thought my bones might snap as he tried to shake me off. However, the moment his fingers brushed the inside of my wrist, he froze. There, an ugly burn scar marred my skin. It was an old wound, shaped like a scorched butterfly.

Nora smirked, her arms crossing as she leaned against the wall, “Begging already? Where’s that proud Emelia who always looked down on me, hm?” “I’m sorry!” The words burst out of me as hot tears spilled down my cheeks. My shoulders shook as if I were breaking apart, “I don’t care about pride anymore. Please, I’ll disappear. You’ll never see me again. I’ll stay away, I swear. Just don’t hurt me.” Amelia exchanged a glance with the scarred man beside her. He barked out a harsh laugh, the sound guttural and cruel. “Pathetic.” He sneered, pulling a knife from the waistband of his jeans. The blade gleamed under the flickering bulb as he tapped it against his palm, “This is the girl that made you

"This is what you did to Amaranth, and now I will make sure you suffer the same death!" Luther spread gasoline everywhere. The moment Reya sniffed the distinctive and sharp smell of gasoline, she wrapped herself tightly around his foot. "Luther, are you insane? It’s me, Reya! The girl you love the most!" It was the wrong thing to say because it provoked him even further. His expression turned from blank to a hideous scowl. He glared at her vehemently, then grabbed her hair and roared in her ears.

My scars. The raised, silvery lines stretch across my back and curve slightly over my sides. The swimsuit doesn’t cover nearly enough of them, and my hair isn’t long or thick enough to hide them either. 'Take a deep breath. Alice isn’t going to care. She’s family. She’ll see them eventually.' I swallow hard, then push the door open. Alice takes one look at me and lets out an excited squeal, clapping her hands. "That looks amazing on you! It's totally yours now. Keep the other one, too. The colour suits you better than me."

His hair was hiding his eyes and she couldn't control it anymore She touched his hair lightly, she was sure he was asleep by now as he wasn't even moving. She gently pushed his hair out of his eyes, but before she could take a second to admire how beautiful he was, he opened his eyes. They were blue. Ice blue. They were beautiful. It was as if they held magic in them. They were attracting her towards him in a way that it was hard for her to oppose the force. It felt like those eyes held the most heartbreaking stories and scars. They were the eyes of a person who'd been through enough to last a lifetime.

I could feel his member pushing on my thigh through the jeans. He lifted me up slightly removing my shirt. His eyes widened as he saw the scar covering from my shoulder to the bottom of my ribs. I had forgotten about it in the moment. I could sense his anger rolling off him as he focused on the imperfections of my body. He leaned in and kissed me passionately. I felt his bare chest press against mine as my body gushed, soaking my panties. A deep groan came from his chest as if he knew exactly what he was doing to me.

With her eyes resting on the fire, she use her nails to scratch the spot he ahd kissed and blood was forming on the red line her nails had continually and roughly dragged. A gently door losing behind her didn’t faze her one bit. She felt a shadow lingering behind her. “Thank you, Khalid. I didn’t think you would take such a long time to call Ambrose.” “He was asleep. No wolf like to be disturbed when he sleeps.” Zara smiled. She relax back on the chair and speak eerily. “Prepare the water. I want it to scorch me.” “Are you sure?” Khalid’s voice becomes sad. “His touch feels like thousands of insects are running down my body. I need to get it off me. I feel dirty.”