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To buy me that watch, she secretly worked a part-time job. One day, she collapsed from exhaustion, and only in the hospital did I learn she had been sleeping less than four hours a night. When I arrived, she quickly hid her scraped palms from me. I blamed myself for not protecting her, tears streaming as I asked why she pushed herself so hard. She wiped my tears and laughed softly. "Idiot. Of course, it was for your birthday gift. Don't get too moved, though. This comes with conditions. You'll have to marry me."

“She’s the one I want.” “You can’t have her.” “Why?” Silence. The quiet stretched, thick and strange. My Alpha’s mouth opened, then closed again. He didn’t answer. Alpha Mace’s voice cut through the silence, calm but final: “Since you have no answer, then it’s done. She’s mine now. And no one should touch her from now on.” My breath stopped. The room spun. A moment ago, I’d been a nothing on the floor; now two Alphas had carved me into a price.

The hands that fixed everything. But never—not once—the one in control. And what had it brought her? Nothing. She had lost everything before she even realized it. A marriage that was never hers. A life built on carefully constructed lies. If she stayed where she was, then no matter what she did… it would all amount to nothing. It would never matter. Tara drew in a slow breath. Her fingers tightened against each other—not out of fragility, but because something inside her was beginning to take shape.

she hissed. But Alaya didn’t even blink. She turned to Malik. “Make sure they’re gone,” she said. “I want it emptied out before the ink dries.” Malik looked at her — surprised, impressed, maybe even a little wary — and nodded once. Alaya turned and walked out of the room, back straight, chin high. The girl they thought was broken? Humiliated? She just walked out the door as the new queen of the Westwood empire.

She confronted Sean's men that already surround us. "She's just a little lost." @DEATH WISH Thank you for supporting my Novel! You may also read my complete and ongoing novel. (Hmmm... While waiting for an update.) Title: TAMING THE DANGEROUS CEO THE DEVILISH BILLIONAIRE FATED TO MARRY THE DEVIL ALPHA KING CHECKMATE NINE MONTHS Would like to hear your lovely review. Looking forward to your motivational review. Love yah all readers!

she replies. I swallow. She turns back to the table, gathers the scans, and starts stacking papers with meticulous precision. Controlled. Detached. Like she can reorder the world if she makes the edges align. I watch her for a moment. Then I force myself to move back to the table, to sit, to pick up my calculations. To pretend my mouth didn’t almost touch hers. To pretend I don’t still feel her breath. To pretend I’m not shaking.

She had always believed Hades would be the cure to her life. She realized later that while he was the cure, he was also the venom. She had the cure, yet she could not rid herself of the venom. Now, he was holding on to the happiness of his first love, and she was left alone in the dark with her wounds. … Alanna was upset. Her breathing was already labored, but now she just felt suffocated. She got up from bed and held her IV drip. She wanted to sit in the corridor. However, the door opened the second she got to the door.

"Can you walk? I’m both your doctor and a friend. You can share your pain with me. Now say, Do you want me to carry you? I asked, waiting for her answer. I could see the hesitation in her eyes as she considered my offer, but she nodded her head quietly at last. I wrapped my arms around her waist, with my other hand holding her shoulder and carrying her. Jane’s head rests just a bit above my heart. It’s just a simple act of kindness, but being so close to her makes my heart pound like a teenager. As I carried her, I couldn't help but notice the vulnerability in her eyes, reminding me of the trust she had placed in me. The weight of her body against mine felt strangely comforting, and I couldn

It was late at night when she finished reading, closed the book, and looked at the orange cover, like the warm winter sunshine that warms people's hearts in the cold, silently feeling someone's strength. She placed her English novel on the nightstand with her account book, turning off the lights in a completely dark room, but she felt herself roll her eyes. She and Robert are not married yet, why do you want to live in this marshal or mansion? Isn't it because she has no other place to live in Low City? If she went out to rent an apartment alone, Robert would of course disagree, but if her brother and sister-in-law's family were taken to Low City and opened a pharmacy in this city. Will she

I wonder what could stole that smile from her from that novel - Second Class Citizens. Maybe she got wowed on how Adah ran to Methodist school passionately to earn herself educational knowledge. I don't know, it a guess. Lol. Though I have red the novel but I need to read it again to perfect some themes of the Novel that's very important. She loves reading. I can't count how many times I have caught her reading the same novel. Maybe she really likes it. I don't know why she doesn't want to be my girl. I'm looking good like she always wanted her guy to be this morning but, she's not even sighting my spot. She's just looking back glancing at Mike who isn't reciprocating every seconds.