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She did not know if it was because of her illness or because of her reluctance to divorce as she felt like dying. Dragging her tired body, Shyla lifted her eyes to see Ekta in Nolan's car. Both Ekta and Nolan looked like an ideal couple together. Shyla bit her lips while she stared at them. A mouthful of blood gushed out of her stomach. Shyla covered her mouth as blood trickled from between her fingers. Nolan happened to look her way and saw that Shyla had used a paper towel to cover her mouth. Turning away, she left the Civil Affairs Bureau under Nolan's gaze.

"Oh, come on Shanaya. You don't have to feel guilty for anything. The whole world knows that their friendship was just business. And do you really think Mr. Blackiston is easy to be threatened? Don't you know what power he beholds? Cheap people like Sarah are just like a bucket of water in the Ocean. Here, Ocean is Mr. Blackistont; he will not care if a small bucket of water is withdrawn from him. He will still flow with the same strength, not caring about anything." I looked at her with wide eyes. Is this really Lauren? "Laure, are you okay?" I asked her. She looked at me in confusion. "Since when you started giving philosophy lecture?" I asked and she burst out laughing. "Oh, Shanayaa. You

After picking up a black nightie she headed straight in the washroom. When she came back changed into the black nightie she found Zanvil was already lying on the bed. She moved towards the bed smiling and climbed up. After entering under the comforter she hugged Zanvil from the behind and spoke. "Are you angry with me because I had let Lara stay here and promised to help her without asking your opinion?" She asked gently while burying her head on his back. Zanvil slowly turned around and pulled her on his chest. "Of course not. It's just I don't trust her after what she did to us in the past." Zanvil told her honestly what he thought.

" Leya's own fist clenched the shattered teacup into a hard ball. She did not need to hear Shayla speak his name — Samuel Blackwood had made himself at home in her own personal hell for quite some time now. Shayla's fingers shove out, snapping staccato on the envelope. "This. This is where we start. This doesn't scream his name yet, but I feel it. My whole gut is screaming it was him. And now? Now we get our revenge." Leya's breath caught, "Shayla, if we do this, there's no turning back. Samuel is powerful. He's merciless. If he discovers that we're the ones who— Shayla thudded her fist on the table, the noise deep and resolute. "Then let him burn with us. I'd rather die trying than to have

Her name is Kara Blue, I watched her turn fifteen years, she loved to skate and also run away... You might wonder from what?... From the shades and shadows of her past, which has made her a pariah because she has passed through a lot in her short life and people don't wanna associate with someone like 'her'... Emphasis on the 'her'...

he deadpanned, swiping the glass out of my reach. "Just one more," I insisted, glancing at my watch. "Isn't that your secretary?" he murmured. My eyes followed his chin tilt and paused. Shayla? But...not the Shayla I see every morning in neatly pressed classy office suits and a neat ponytails, No. This Shayla had red lipstick, soft curls resting over her shoulders, and a dress that demanded attention. A strapless bodycon mini dress in bright red paired with matching stilettos.

Leo told us. Fucking Shayla and her weird obsession with us. I am not sure when that shit started. She wasn’t like this until we got into middle school then she started hanging off us like a fucking sloth. It got worse in high school. She tried to be scared of Taelin, but that didn’t work. I thought we were going to have to put her in her place when she went after Taelin. However, Taelin put her in her place herself. She kicked Shalya’s ass not once but three times. Shayla’s mother tried to get Taelin in trouble but there was video proof that Shayla started it each time and was the first to throw punches. Shayla has left Taelin alone since then. I am not surprised she is running her mouth. I

Layla drove to the front of a wooden local restaurant at the city end. She parked the car at the roadside and covered her head with a black scarf. She wore a face cap and used the scarf to cover half of her face before she got down. She walked into the restaurant and scanned the whole room without taking a step, but she didn’t see President Mason. "He told me he's here," she whispered. Her face frowned in disappointment. She took out her phone to call his number, but before she could open the contact app, a young, golden-haired waitress who was of the same age as her approached her, smiling.

The men’s footsteps echoed throughout the empty house and she motioned me to stay still as their footsteps came towards our direction. "Where the hell did they go?" a voice said from directly under us and Laurene looked at me with a nod and I returned it. Kicking down the staircase with full force, she jumped down and I followed. As expected, the man got hit and fell so Laiurene quickly silenced him. My ears twitched as rushed footsteps sounded and I opened a door before slightly backing into it and then slamming it open on a man running our way, he fell back out cold. Laurene was fighting off some guy and I noticed another trying to pull up on her too, then I threw my knife right into his h

'" I went inside this small duplex looking building, it had a small living room and everything was white and beige. It felt relaxing and it was soundproof, shutting away all the noise from outside with horns blaring and cars passing by. "'Talie is that you,' I heard Shayla's voice as she headed downstairs, she was in a very simple, small gown, and as soon as she found me, we both began to screech before wrapping out arms around each other tightly. "'Oh my goodness, I never thought I would see you this quickly.'" She held my hand, pulling me upstairs. 'I know, right?'"