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he called out. Vanessa had just ended her call when she heard the voice. Turning around, her eyes met the gaze of her treacherous husband, Lucas, the man who had shattered her soul and broken her heart to pieces three years ago. Hatred coursed through her veins, but she maintained a calm and nonchalant expression "V... Vanessa?" Lucas stuttered, unsure if he was dreaming. The woman before him couldn't possibly be Vanessa. That timid, pathetic woman he once knew could never transform into this stunning beauty.

I just looked at her and waited. She took a breath. "I know you hate me right now. I know you think I'm the worst person in the world. And maybe I am. But I need you to understand that I never meant for things to go the way they did." "You set up Anthony. You paid someone to make sure Sylvia saw him with me. You destroyed their relationship on purpose." My voice was flat. "What part of that wasn't intentional?" "The part where you got hurt." Her eyes filled with tears. "I thought you'd be fine. I thought Anthony would be fine. I thought everyone would just move on and it would all work out."

Charlotte’s shoulders collapsed inward, like she wanted to disappear. I closed my eyes, and the rage surged through me like wildfire. It wasn’t just about Evan and Charlotte. It wasn’t even just about betrayal. It was years - years - of being taken for granted, of having to be the bigger person, the one who understood, who endured. And now I was standing in the middle of a room full of people - an audience - and two of them had shattered me. I felt the burning bile rise in my throat. Felt it clawing to be released.

I am over Amanda and my angel refused to believe me. Does my angel really love me and just really need time to think or is it her way of telling me she doesn't need me in her life anymore? I was drunk and thousands of questions were running in my mind. I stare at the photos in my room and started breaking them. I trashed the room and ruin every picture of me and Amanda. I hated myself. Cassie POV Nicholai, words kept echoing in my head as I pack my things. She told me to take everything I own and that's what I'm doing. The only problem is he took my heart with him. I took of the ring he gave me and left it on the night table.

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Other days, it was like she couldn't stand to be anywhere near me. "You know she's going through a lot," Candy told me one day as she sat by my bed, helping me exercise my arms. "I know you have, too... but you had a lot more warning. When you finally came back, she stayed in your room with her hopes high as a kite, just waiting for her prince to wake up so the two of you could have your fairytale ending. After all of that, just to have to give you up, she's... I'd say she's pretty damn close to shattered. I nodded, wincing as she rotated my shoulder. It was still very sensitive after I'd been shot. "I understand," I grunted. I had learned how to talk again, but it was a hell of an effort ea

“I’ll try. But right now… you’re toxic.” The call cut off. I sat frozen, the word toxic reverberating in my skull until it drowned out everything else. My pulse roared in my ears. My breaths came shallow. Everything I’d built, everything I’d bled for—gone, shattered like glass on pavement. With shaking hands, I tried to call Ethan. He'd know something. He'd know what to do, which string to pull, whom to call. But before I could shift the car into gear, a burst of headlights swerved across my windshield. Tires screamed. A black van cut and pinned me in.

The crystal warmed on my chest, pulled from the box, its hum syncing with our gasps. Climax crashed—hers first, walls milking me, my cum spilling hot inside her. But as we peaked, the crystal shattered with a crack like thunder, shards flying. A wail filled the room, spectral—Mira, solidifying from mist, eyes wild. 'Forgive... protect...'

The voice cuts through me so sharply I physically flinch. My hands press flat against Leo’s chest as my head snaps up, breath coming faster now. No, that’s not how it was before. It was calm. My stomach twists. “Did you hear that?” I whisper, as if speaking too loudly might make it worse. Leo’s eyes narrow slightly. “Hear what?” Right. Of course. I shake my head, but it doesn’t help. Because it’s still there. “It should have been finished.” A pulse of something dark and heavy rolls through me, stronger this time, and the air in the room seems to shift with it. The lamp beside us flickers violently, then shatters. Glass scatters across the floor in a sharp, echoing crash.

Seeing you standing right there ignited something in me and I thought, 'Why can't I have a little fun? It was just supposed to be for fun but heck, I fell for you. However, you kept lying to me." "I didn't.... I didn't ... didn't mean to," I tried to explain. "Shut up, I haven't asked for your explanation," he cut me off. "Hale, Trisha, the New Order, you are all ants I can easily crush with my foot. At this point, do you want to know what is happening to your precious New Order?