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The luxury of a VIP room! Knock! Knock! "Open the door up Provi! I know you are there!" Phewww! Another trouble this time from my dominant elder sister. She is a divorced woman since my poor brother-in-law had had stroke at such a young age. She didn't want to take care of him so he went back to his parents' house. I was having second thoughts of opening the door. Knock knock! Knock! She was pounding profusely at the door. She was really steadfast in getting herself inside. Her name, Constanze, really suits her! I fished out my phone and called her instead of opening the door. Who knows what scene she will make if she sees another female inside. I could hear her phone ringing and then she

Natasha - his beloved wife, was carrying a child that shared the same genes and DNA as them. Talia couldn't be more happy at the thought of a younger sibling, but what her little self didn't expect was the instant neglect of her once loving parents. From age 3, she put in her all to gain their love back and that had become her life. A shadow of her younger sister - Maria Grey. At home, at school, everywhere! Talia was constantly reminded she was living on a borrowed name and needed to earn it! She was respectful and obedient to the core, yet nothing seemed to retrieve her past from the cold hands of the present.

Conrad raised an eyebrow. His voice dropped lower. "Shirley, I misunderstood you. "Ned, her brother, helped her fake her suicide," he continued. Ned Dunn was his most trusted assistant. "When I investigated later, I found out that Kelly's best friend was a victim of a project years ago. After learning about Kelly's plan to fake a suicide attempt, she secretly swapped the rope meant to save her, framing the Harmons. I trusted you, so I didn't save her in time, but she actually died..."

Her coy, deceitful nature repulsed me, yet she clung to me like a shadow. At our graduation party, she deliberately fell down a staircase in front of me. When everyone rushed over, her tearful accusations painted me as a cruel bully. I'd never forget the way Mitchell held her protectively that day, his gaze filled with disappointment, anger, and disdain as he looked at me. "You've let me down. I wish I didn't have a sister like you." But I didn't push her. That day, I waited at home for hours for Mitchell. He didn't come back. He didn't even answer my calls.

Fuck. I wanted to scream those things out, but it was impossible. I mean, how was I supposed to tell my husband’s mother that her son slept with me and treated me like I was a one-night stand the very next day? How was I supposed to tell her that things hadn’t been the same with us since that night? How do I tell her that I’ve been messed up in the head since that day, and I’ve been hiding my true feelings from everyone and drowning myself in work to escape it all? Even though Liam turned out to be quite the terrible person he is, his mother has been nothing short of a sweetheart to me since the beginning of this whole arrangement.

I demanded, stepping forward. The figure stepped back. Maintaining distance. Calculating. "Someone who knows exactly who you are, Alexa Lean. Not Nova James. Not some transfer student with a mysterious past." They laughed, the sound warped and unnatural through the voice changer. "You're a girl with a dead sister and a death wish. And I'm here to grant it." "Then do it." The words came out before I could stop them. The figure froze. Even through the mask, I could feel their surprise.

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“The timeline works for it to be his.” “By about three weeks.” “Three weeks is enough.” She sat down. Looked at the photo again. The laughing woman with her hand on her stomach in a park in summer heat. “She looks good,” she said, almost to herself. “That’s going to bother people.” “Bother people how?” “She was supposed to disappear and be miserable. She looks like she’s holding a meeting.” She picked up her own phone. “That’s actually a better story than the pregnancy. But the pregnancy is what sells it.” She put the phone down. “Sunday. Full spread, front page.”

I know it's wrong, but I can't stop thinking about. _*]:min-w-0 gap-3"> Father Michael's hand came up to cup her jaw. "Do you think you're the only one struggling with temptation, Claire?" _*]:min-w-0 gap-3"> Her breath caught at his use of her first name....no "Sister" before it. _*]:min-w-0 gap-3">