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The black screen reflected my discolored but calm face. There were no tears or breakdowns. All that remained was a grim determination when the hope died. I returned to the bedroom and took out my packed bags. I took one last sweep of my ID and essential documents. Then, I pulled out my phone and dialed a number. “Hello, Mr. Adams. I’m Laurel Turner. Regarding our conversation about divorce last night, I’d like to arrange an in-person meeting as soon as possible.”

"Sid's car won't start. Last night they said it was a mere scratch, but this morning its engine was dead and we’d all have to crowd in Greg's car to go to town." I nodded my head, not really paying attention to what Kathy said. She continued talking and when Tommy came back into the kitchen she placed some bowls with cereals on the table. Then one by one she started filling the bowls with milk. “Milk before cereals?” I smirked, watching Kathy turn to look at me with a scowl. “Don’t start this again, Carter! Better, make yourself useful and go call Ryder to eat breakfast.” I couldn’t do anything but sigh and offer a lifeless “Fine” as answer. But I didn’t go far when Tommy started crying for

The intense nature of the craving that had held him back was still a little shaken this morning. Layla. He had noticed that silence, and her feminine scent from the first day he hired her as his secretary. He had coveted her from the beginning but he had suppressed his sexual urges because he neither wanted nor needed some kind of trouble at work. Even so, the lust grew stronger and stronger, until it became an unbearable need that tormented him day and night, and the control began to crumble.

he began but I just turned and stared at him. I was about to tell him off when the coach came out and divided us into two teams. Crap. I wondered what we could possible do our first day in gym. . .. .. ... ... .... ..... ...... ....... ......... ........... Dodgeball. Fucking Dodgeball. Fucking Dodgeball with damn werewolves and vampires.

I planned to start traveling soon. In the past, I was always busy with household chores. Whenever I had free time, I could only hope and pray that Arthur would be in the mood to take me abroad. Now, I understand that it was better to count on myself rather than on others. My life was quite mundane and peaceful these days. In comparison, Arthur’s was total chaos. To attract the older demographic, the wedding boutique studio used the collection of pictures Arthur and Sylvia had taken over the last two decades as an advertisement.

Okay, I wouldn't have known. Odette gasped too when she saw his face. He was a master gamer with a channel that showcased his achievements. He also covered songs, and shows of any kind, he owned a game company at his age and was a freaking model. I was inspired to start my e-commerce company because of him. I started it out of the blue because he jokingly said he liked girls who achieved something for themselves and did not depend on their family wealth. I wanted to do something to prove that I was fit too and boom, I opened a company.

He didn’t deserve my forgiveness, not anymore. “Are we ready?” Justin asked, his voice bright with energy. A chorus of cheers and echoes rang through the room, everyone eager, motivated, ready to take on the morning. “Good,” he continued, “now let’s start counting those steps.” He led us out of the building and onto the open road, where the cool morning air carried a faint freshness. The group surged forward, feet hitting the pavement in rhythm.

Right after I finished moving, Tanner called and invited me to work at his company as an assistant. I accepted his offer, as I needed to learn and adapt to a new environment. I started the job one week later. Tanner's company had around 300 employees. I was responsible for assisting with contracts. During the training phase, I had a meager salary of 4,000 dollars. While it wasn't even enough for me to buy a pair of my shoes, it was money I earned myself. Five months later, Tanner asked me if I wanted to resume being a lawyer.

Jake backed off but did not quit. He loitered outside the school daily, begging for forgiveness every time he saw me. "I'm sorry. I was wrong. Please, give me another chance," he repented. I ignored him, sick of his face and words. Unable to move me, he went online and started a livestream.

Dea, who was lying on the bed, suddenly felt the urge to turn on her phone, which was previously turned off. For some reason, something was bothering her. The flat device, once lifeless, was now brought back to life by the woman. She gazed at the screen with an expressionless face, assuming there was nothing there. However, her assumption was wrong. There were several messages and calls from an unfamiliar number. Yet, Dea knew it was Mr. Bad. She immediately started reading the messages.