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“Juss is only a few years older than him. Besides, I’ve always known they had something strong between them. I wonder how you and Marlani missed it—“ “Because no one would ever think that their son’s godmother is a groomer—“ “Easy now,” Dad warned. “Look, son, why would I have stood against a love as pure as theirs?” I rolled my eyes, disgust evident on my face. “That’s a terrible analogy, dad.” He chuckled, “I know, but love is like a game of chess, Sylvester. You have to make the right moves and in order to do that you have to take risks, play differently. That being said, checkmate.”

she whispers. "I never meant…I wouldn't have asked him for help if I had any idea what would happen to him. I swear it, Dean Wason." She weeps, the emotions of the past few days spilling out. He embraces her to him, his arms tight. "Listen to me," he breathes in her ear, rocking her as she cries. "None of it was ever your fault. Ever. If I know Paul Wason, he would gladly die if it meant to set you free." She cries harder, and he wraps her more tightly in his arms. "You're my life," he whispers. "And what I did is fucking unthinkable. Leaving you was the most wicked thing I've ever done." She gasps, chest pressed against naked chest, his purr intensifying. "I'm never fucking leaving you, Sa

"Don't bother asking. If I were you, I wouldn't wait around for Mommy to find someone else. If you want to win her back, you better line up like the others. Do everything you can to win her over. It's your fault she decided to find me a new dad." "Nobody wants to join? I'll count to ten, and if no one steps forward, we'll begin the game." The host's voice rang out again. "Fuck," Dustin cursed under his breath. Another Love Game? Was this how he and Rihanna would start again? But he had no choice. He had to try, rather than just stand by and lose her. He quickly marched up the stage. "Incredible! A dashing gentleman joins at the very last second!"

“You weren’t a pawn. You were the weapon.” What?! And I was even beginning to love him? Oh God? Why do I always get it wrong at this? “You want me to marry you right? That’s not love.” He doesn't feel my words, he doesn't feel my pain. I need to break something; his head. “No. It’s revenge. Love just happened along the way.” He just talks without even thinking. Like I was shocked. So this was all a game to him right? “You know what, I need air.”

Lucian finally said, "Wendy, enough. Don't make a scene here." She shrieked, "You forced me! I've liked you for so many years! I finally got our families to agree to our marriage, yet you hurt me because of some stupid woman! "Why won't you say that you don't like her? Everyone said this is just a simple thing, yet why won't you say it?" A hint of panic flashed across Lucian's eyes. He signaled for the guards to escort Wendy out. "You're pathetic, Lucian. You're clearly in love, yet you call it revenge! You're lying to yourself and everyone around you! You're just a coward!"

With a bitter smile, I forced myself to my feet, before swinging my palm as hard as I could at Eve's face, with every bit of energy I had left. "This is for saying that I slapped you!" Then, I smacked her the other way around. "This is for splashing me with cold water!" Eve was taken off guard after being slapped in succession, and she couldn't even form a response. I stopped, looking at her coldly. "You really think hurting me like this will make him love you?" Eve clutched her reddened cheek, glaring at me viciously. I squatted down, grabbed her chin, and said with disdain, "He won't love anyone. You and I are nothing more than substitutes. What happens to me today will be your future tomo

"This bet was updated two weeks ago. We were already together. You were still checking the boxes, weren't you? Did I give you enough points for the weekend at the lake?" "It’s not like that! I tried to stop it," he stepped forward, trying to grab my shoulders. "Don't touch me!" I yelled. My voice echoed off the concrete walls of the gym behind us. "You targeted me. You knew I was struggling. You knew how much I needed to stay focused, and you made me a game. Was it fun?" "No," he whispered. "It became real. I love you, Ava. That’s the truth."

Joash: hmm, a quote game Dilan: What kind of game is that? Joash: We are going to write a quote and read it out loud. Dilan: Okay you start first Joash: Loving you is Red Dilan: That was Taylor Swift's song, right? Joash: Yes, but loving you is red, it's like my blood, I CAN'T LIVE WITHOUT IT. Dilan: Tsk. My turn. "Then he gave me this letter, frankly speaking, up until now I still don't get his point," Joash said while wiping the water on his eyes.

I was wrong, I don't know myself. All the facts, I admit it. Is it possible? Could this be the end for us. Game feeling really makes you crazy. This is not die conscience. This is my passion. Ket's see together. We are trapped. I cry. ******

Mitha exclaimed, pointing to one corner of the room. Suddenly Jack let go of Mitha's arms. The man's attention was in the direction where Mitha's finger was pointing. He widened his eyes then glared fiercely at Mitha. "We never agreed on this before!" "Why really? I know you're already Reo's gay girlfriend. So, the only way for you to break up with that gay guy is to record our game which Reo will instantly receive a video of!" Mitha smiled faintly. "I make sure after this, that gay guy won't bother you again, Jack."