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“Don’t kill her.” Celia walked forward, through the crowd that was her pack. Her mother tugged her back. “Where are you going?” Celia freed herself from Sheeva’s grip and kept advancing. Meanwhile, Marcel eyed Jon skeptically. “I don’t believe you,” he said. His next intention was clear. He was going to rip out Indra’s heart. “No!” Jon yelled. “STOP!” Celia screamed, and it pulled Marcel’s attention. It pulled everyone’s attention. She was standing in the open, staring at him, and he was staring back, wearing a perplexed expression.

From the man who believes he is always in control. Long time, Gianne, he wrote, adding a laughing emoji. Thor. Asshole.

But it all felt distant to Elara now, muffled, as though she and this stranger stood inside a small bubble the rain could not quite reach. "I don't know you," she said, though it came out less certain than she meant it to. "No," he said again. "Not yet." There was something in the way he said it. Not yet. As though it were a fact already decided, a sentence already written somewhere she could not see. As though they had a future together that he alone remembered. She should have left then. Every instinct told her to turn, to walk quickly back into the crowd, to forget she had ever locked eyes with the Black Villain on a rainy street corner. She had heard the stories. She had heard what happe

Then, he gave it a hard stab. “Listen, Stella. I’m going to ruin your hands and break your limbs today. Plus, I’m going to dump you in an illegal octagon and turn you into a disabled person! You’ll always be inferior to Nancy!” I was engulfed in pain. Those who felt ill from such a scene turned away and became too timid to watch. I spat blood on the men and yelled hysterically, “Kill me if you have the guts! If you don’t, you’ll be doomed when my mom gets here!”

The manager listened to the complaint, acknowledging its validity without a suitable response. Stella had expressed her desire to use 'War Song' as a means to transition away from commercial roles. The manager also saw it as an inevitable step and had been actively contacting people from Mister Shaun's company, securing Stella an audition opportunity. Still, what good did it do? Throughout the audition, Shaun's expression was notably unpleasant, and he promptly declared that she was not suitable for the role. Unexpectedly, Stella shifted the blame for losing the 'War Song' role onto her manager. The manager felt a deep sense of injustice, but in front of Stella, she could not utter a word an

"It's rather the only genuinely useful skill this world ever bothered teaching women like us, so I intend to make the most of it." "Why would you do that for me?" Sophia's answer came without hesitation, which somehow made it land harder than if she'd taken time to consider it. "Because you've spent the past few weeks treating me like an actual person, rather than an obstacle to be managed or a rival to be outmaneuvered, and I find I'd rather return the favor than simply enjoy the novelty of it." A faint, wry smile touched her mouth. "Also, I confess, I've grown rather fond of watching people underestimate you. I'd like to see how that continues to work out."

never enough. —I wasn’t Scarlett. I wasn’t Scarlett— ...All the while, an invisible hand was closing around my throat... my body shaking... —I wasn’t Scarlett. I wasn’t Scarlett. I wasn’t Scarlett— It was too much. This was all too much. I couldn’t keep going like this. I didn’t belong here. I was never meant to be in this world. —I wasn’t Scarlett. I wasn’t Scarlett. I wasn’t Scarlett — ...I wasn’t strong enough...

"DADA CAPLING IN THE MUD AS HE BEING PRESSED WITH DIFFERENT CHARGES" "JANE LOW MIGHT NOT SURVIVE THIS" "STELLA HARRIS 'ME, MYSELF AND I' IS BREAKING RECORDS" any news being published was all in Stella Harris favour. "Serves them right. I guess they will learn to be more respectful. What do you guys think?" "I wanna pity Jane Low, but she got herself in this damn mess." "I hope she learns her lesson. My idol really suffered in these folks' hands." "I hope karma hits my enemies this way!"

Someone is happy, jealous, and angry. I don't know how to feel. I saw Stella approaching. It seems that Dylan knows him because they are also inveterate. "Hey. What a lucky bitch you are. I just wanted to ruin you that night but how can you be so lucky? You fall from one of the wealthiest and most goodlooking men in this city. How can Dylan Delrama catch, save and marry you ?" Stella's manner is straight. I just shook my head.

I was too stunned to speak about this sudden abruption. Stella was screaming traitors and the rage in her eyes made no sense. "What?" I was baffled by the situation. "Don't pretend to be so innocent!" Stella screamed at me and my frown deepened. "What the hell are you talking about?" My voice came out louder and more harshly than I intended to sound. "You're a traitor. You both are f*cking traitors!" She screamed at us as I looked at Jason who had a cold look on his face. His jaw was clenched and he seemed mad.