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Zade I hold her tightly, every choked sob tearing through me like a knife, and I know—I know I’ve ruined this. She’s cradled against me, her whole body trembling as the waves of her cries slowly fade, leaving behind only the ragged breaths of someone who’s been utterly shattered. And I did this. I let my twisted obsession, my need to keep her close, drag her down into the darkness with me. I know damn well that Grayson’s going to tear me apart, and I welcome it. I deserve it for every moment I let myself touch her, for every step I’ve taken down this path that only ends in hurt.

“So, do I, JK.” From the holder and the played fool in this certain game, as the other is the perpetrator, but is also being manipulated. The clock shatters into million pieces as its shards vanish before it could even make any sound. Now shaking those thoughts as she needed to be strong and fight the fear that comes back right into her life after the smile and joy. The book flips and then closes, flying back into her arms as the touches appear with their same prominent colors of flames, and the voice asks her.

In that instant, my last lifeline snapped. Holding Munchkin, I laughed in despair. Right. I was the one who insisted on breaking up back then, saying I wanted to pursue a simple life, that I had enough of his kind of luxurious life. Now that I'd hit rock bottom, why should he care whether I lived or died? I'd brought this on myself, after all. It had started to rain at some point. The rain, mixed with sleet, stung my face as it fell. I unbuttoned my coat and wrapped Munchkin tightly against my chest, trying to warm her with my own body heat.

Susan Jackson has always aspired to be a successful fashion designer. Unfortunately that dream was beginning to look impossible after numerous rejection from the number one fashion company in New York. Faced with the opportunity to compete with various students for the opportunity to finally become a designer in the Beautyspy fashion company. Susan will do anything to make sure her dreams come true, even if it means working closely with her old crush Joseph Crown, CEO of Beautyspy fashion company and her despicable step sister Amelia Friday.

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How could something so beautiful, so promising, turn into a haunting reminder of shattered trust? In her anguish, Chloe's emotions erupted like a volcano, and she found herself tearing at the physical remnants of their love. The room became a chaotic battlefield, strewn with the debris of her shattered heart. It was as if her actions mirrored the turmoil within her, a desperate attempt to find release from the tormenting memories that haunted her.

All it took was some kind words to get this book to where it is now and that's why I keep on saying, I LOVE Y'ALL I know that I once completed this book before having written only twenty chapters but y'all still stayed for more when I decided to prolong it and that meant a lot I can't believe we've come this far and it's all thanks to all of you The book is now almost coming to an end Will Andrea finally get her wish to be unshattered or will it all end up with her being shattered instead. Stay tuned to find out . Once again, I love y'all 🥲💞💞😩

The crowd began to murmur, a low, chaotic sound that filled the room. "She speaks of children and joy," I said, looking back at the cameras. "But what she did was ensure my home was shattered. She led me down a road where I was broken. She led me to a place where I was... tempted." I looked at Steve as I said the word. He didn't move, but a slow, dark smile spread across his face. "So yes, she survived," I finished. "But the truth is finally breathing, too."

How jinxed could I possibly be. I reach underneath me and take off the heels and throw it to the corner, my legs feel like Jell-O. I stagger to my front and pick up a sandal. I sit on a chair by a makeup table and begin to remove the makeup off my face with a wipe. The girl staring back at me in the mirror looks so beaten and emotionally broken, I feel like a shadow of myself. When will it stop, when would all the misery end. I wish I could go back a month, when my life was still good, when I had not heard about the death of my brother or when I had not met Thelma.

Chapter 97 – The Book She Wrote The house was quiet again, but this time it was the kind of quiet that hummed with purpose. The kind of quiet that filled the room with possibilities rather than emptiness. I sat at my desk, pen in hand, notebook open, staring at the blank page for a long time before writing the first words. “Shattered Vows,” I whispered to myself. The title alone made my chest tighten, a reminder of everything I had lived through—the love, the lies, the heartbreak, the forgiveness, and the slow, painstaking rebuilding of myself.