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I glanced at the patient’s wrist tag and noted her name was Bianca Dane. At my confirmation, Bianca’s cheeks flushed with excitement. “Where is my husband? He should be here by now! I’m telling you, he’s very rich. He’s almost forty and still hasn’t had any children. He’s going to be over the moon!” The more she spoke, the heavier my heart felt. No sooner had the delivery room door opened than Liam Stretton rushed in, still out of breath from the trip. “Doctor, where is Bianca Dane?”

Pretending not to notice, I continued browsing wedding attire designs, but then my ringtone shattered the silence. "Hello? Is this Cedric Davenport? Someone's collapsed here. Your number is listed as his emergency contact, so I..." Before the caller could finish, Marcel's weak voice came through the phone. "Cedric, I'm okay... You should go home. Tomorrow... Tomorrow I'll go pick out a tuxedo with you. You'll be the most handsome groom in the world..." The call ended. The busy tone filled the car. Delilah sat rigidly through the entire conversation without saying a word, but the fingers resting on her knee tapped anxiously without pause.

To be Continued… SEX WITH THE DEVIL

The moment the doctors confirmed that his condition had stabilized enough to travel under medical supervision, I arranged for both Aaron and Sarah to move out of New York entirely. To Romania. Far enough. Far away from every influence they could possibly exploit, and that was where they were going to remain. The bedroom door suddenly opened. I looked up, and a warm smile unconsciously spread across my face. "You're done already?" Collette smiled softly as she walked toward me. Without saying anything, she climbed onto the bed beside me before gently resting her head against my shoulder. I wrapped one arm around her naturally. Neither of us spoke. Several minutes passed before she quietly ask

"If you came back, why'd you just watch me walk into hell? We worked so hard to get into this school. How could you do this to me?" Her hysteria almost made me laugh. "Wasn't this your choice? The 'nerd dorm' you trashed is heaven to me. The rich-girl dorm you dreamed about? That's your hell now. Same choice, different lives. Maybe think about why." That did it. Chloe snapped. She lunged—just like last time—slamming me to the ground, hands locking around my throat. "Bitch. I'll kill you." My fingers brushed a loose brick—

He said giving me a murderous look, And I knew I had no options he was here to put a trap and I Olivia Vitalio has already fallen into it. "For?" I asked gritting my teeth with my fists clenching and unclenching. "As long I want," he said coolly, And I felt that cool metal moving away from me and I took the breath I didn't even realise I was holding for so long. I have signed myself to the devil and I felt him taking a step back and his silhouette disappearing in the dark. "You should wear back your bra Miss Vitalio, " And I looked at my breast, my dress was a see through no wonder he had a good show.

"I want you, Jake." “I want you too, Rachel.” She climbed off his lap to finish stripping and his eyes landed everywhere they could. Once she kicked off her jeans and panties, she walked back over to him, and his hands grabbed her hips again, his thumb trailing over a new tattoo that was there. “What’s that?” She pushed her hair behind her ear and blushed. “Just a promise to myself.” It was a rainbow done in only three colors, but there were no clouds and no pot of gold.

Raphael's eyes were fixed on her, his face pale with shock and horror. And then, in a voice that was barely above a whisper, Riezel dropped the final bombshell. "You know, Raphael, it's ironic. The woman you loved and lost, Delilah, is the same woman you love now, Ava. Isn't that funny?" The world around us seemed to freeze, the only sound the heavy breathing of the crowd, the only movement the slight tremble of Riezel's hands as she clutched the shotgun. Raphael's eyes were fixed on me, his face a mask of shock and confusion.

Delilah's POV: I ran to the shed near the gate, shifted, and grabbed a pair of jeans and a shirt from the drawer. Putting on the clothes, I went back to Antonio, "I am Delilah." His teeth bared at me, "I know very well who you are. Answer my question now." I was running out of time. I swallowed and tried to move past him toward the door. A hand clasped around my upper arm and jerked me back, "I am expecting an explanation, girl."

She put the key into the latch and turned it, locking it. She climbed down the tree and as she was about to make a run for it, she came face to face with a snarling creature— A human. A snarling human. He looked familiar and Delilah sensed that he must have been from Eriel, and this one must have been sent to capture her. The wild boy threw Delilah over his back and started running. "Let me go! I said I'm going to visit tomorrow!" Delilah yelled as branches hit her face.