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This jerk. His smile widened at the sight of her. “You never failed to amuse me, woman. A beautiful liar, that's what you are,” “Why do you keep telling me that I’m lying?” "You just told me you wanted to take everything slowly, didn't you? Yet, here you are stripping right before me. Can't you get any more inconsistent?”

she remarked. He chuckled. "I feel happy every day, Ashley. My first love is my work. People fall in love in different ways—some choose a person, others choose success. I don’t need a woman to complete my happiness. I’ve been happy for a long time, and I don’t need love—romantic love to change that," he emphasized. Irritated, Ashley pulled the questionnaire from the folder, crumpled it, and tossed it into the trash. It was clear that she had lost interest in talking to him.

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“It wasn’t a letter in the envelope. It was the lyrics to that song. At the end she wrote rock stars don’t quit.” It made sense now. Thinking of the words to the song made the things she’d shouted earlier understandable.“She was right, you can’t just quit.” She didn’t respond at first, just stared at me as more tears fell. “Kalil…it’s hard. It hurts—everything hurts. I’m literally starting from scratch.” “I’ll help you.” She smiled and I gave in to the urge to kiss her. ***

For something. – You think you’ve won, Lyra? I murmur, almost calmly. – You’re just lifting the lid off a nest of vipers. You think people want the truth? No. They want a story. And I will give them one. A story where I am the betrayed woman. The abandoned pregnant partner, who has just lost her child. The one unjustly targeted. She wanted to play with the rules? Very well. But me… I am the one who writes them.

The air between us thickened, heavy with unspoken histories and raw truth. “His ways… yes, they’re questionable,” Lyria continued, her voice quiet but firm. “But all he’s doing is protecting his own. All he ever does is suffer for us.” Then, without warning, she laughed. Not a soft laugh, but one that carried edges of pain and defiance. “You want to hear my story? How my life started?” I nodded, and for the first time, a strange calm began to seep into my chest, as if opening this door would somehow make the darkness outside less suffocating.

Then, she said, “You know what this sounds like, right?” Amelia narrowed her eyes. “Don’t say it.” Maya grinned. “Enemies to lovers.” Amelia groaned. “Maya, I swear—” “Just saying,” Maya sang. “It’s a classic trope.” “Not our trope,” Amelia shot back. Maya giggled. “We’ll see.” Amelia rolled her eyes. “Anyway,” she said, “enough about him. I have other news.” “Ooh,” Maya said. “Spill.”

She whispered, this time in a much lighter tone. “You sure? But you are married to Raph” I asked, playing along with her games. “I don't love him,” she confessed. “ I decided to marry Raph because he is kind and he was the only channel I had to be with you, my love. You are the prize worth fighting for,” her gaze still fixed on mine as she leaned closer. “I love you and will fight the whole world to keep you,” she confessed again, anticipating a response. “I love you too,” I replied

“I’ve been useless. I won’t be able to take care of you in the future.” “All I hope now is that you two live a happy life together. As long as your hearts are united, there's nothing you can’t overcome.” She cried as she spoke, and I cried with her. Jack held me tightly, swearing to protect me for a lifetime. But in the end, he broke that promise. He cheated on me with his childhood sweetheart. Seeing that I was still ignoring him, Jack suddenly knelt down with a thud. “Laura, I really know I was wrong. I love you—I can’t live without you!”

This was not me with Emily, something was wrong, yet I couldn't stop myself. Emily started fighting with the gown, trying to free herself from it, “you want this out,” she nodded her head, her eyes were rolling up. There was only one thing that had that effect APHRODISIACS, Lucan drugged Emily so he could have his way with her. Anger coursed through my veins, yet I couldn't stop myself, I ripped the fabric and threw it to the floor. I undressed myself in equal urgency. I brought my head down to her pussy, I raised her leg up to give me better access, then I devoured her.