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I might as well throwing pillows at him, for he reacts like nothing is happening. "You must not value your life if you think lying is going to set you free." he says, as he throws me on the ground hard. A crumpled piece of paper is thrown at my feet, and I cough, trying to clear my throat. "READ IT." he orders, throwing something against the furthest wall from us. It breaks down, crumbling to pieces, and I flinch, grabbing the note with shaking hands. Reading it carefully, my hands tighten on the crumpled parchment:

I also want to grow old with him. I dip my head weakly and smile bitterly. . . Life is unfair. It's never real. . c.m. louden

“WE NEED TO TALK ABOUT THE LODGE.” I didn’t open them. Not until I was home. Showered. Alone. Back in the armor of city lights and sharp suits. Then I did what I always do. I poured a glass of red. Opened my laptop. And braced for the mess. But I wasn’t prepared for this. Title: “Locked In: A True Story of Lust in the Storm” By: Jax Hart I blinked. Then clicked. The bastard had published a preview. A whole fucking chapter. On his newsletter. To over two million subscribers.

I myself did a lot of reading about the city just in case. Things did not end like that. … One day, I woke up just to find myself on the cliff I died on in my previous life. Christina was holding her dried-up belly as she stomped on me. "You ruined my life! Do you have any idea what happened to me at the farm? John's a monster! He let the inmates violate me just for food! Now my body's ruined! I can't eat, I can't drink, and I know I'm not long for this world. But I'll take you down before I die!"

The other day, the moment I caught sight of the necklace around my best friend's neck, an idea that might save my life struck me. Last month, she had dragged me to a church she said was rich in God's presence to pray for a blessed marriage. I went along reluctantly. However, the nun there looked at me intently and said I'd face a serious trial in the coming month. Then, she'd shoved a rosary bracelet into my hand and told me to wear it at all times, claiming it would help me ward off danger.

He yanked every title and every credit card Jerome had. Inside Swain Group, the tide finally turned my way. People started calling me a business prodigy, and the executives, one by one, began to put their faith in me. On the day I was officially named heir to Swain Group, Rosalie burst into the room in a wedding dress. "Mark, do you remember what we promised each other when we were kids? You said you were going to marry me. Now it's time to make good on that promise." If this were my past life, I probably would've been over the moon about this moment, but right now it just made me sick.

Please, let me see you one more time! "I know no one in the world has ever loved me more than you. I hate myself so much. Scott, I miss you. Please don't leave me." The wind picked up. Ms. Kinsley opened the urn, and pale ash began to scatter in the wind. Monique screamed and tried to lunge forward but was pinned to the ground on her knees. I thanked the system from the void. "Monique, let's never meet again." As Monique let out a heart-wrenching cry, I scattered with the wind. No one in the world would remember me anymore.

He definitely looked cleaner and sharper than what Scar did. Scar imagined him to be a businessman, like all the ones he'd seen on the television - when he bothered to watch it. Scar had to admit, he would have been intimidated if he were to have been any bigger. Scar inadvertently began to think of his father; Men in suits are like men in masks, they use the clothes on their backs as a way to scare people, son, but you must not let it scare you. Suits can be torn, a brave heart, however, cannot be broken without ones say. Sighing, Scar faced the problem with harsh eyes, wishing he could put his thoughts back in his head.

I furrowed my brow trying to focus on my two father's that stood before me. "Godliness, surely you jest, I'm Death and Life, um, not a God," I replied with my index finger raised accentuating my point. Rai chuckled at my antics and winked at me. I smirked at the sexy fucker and my wonderful father smacked me in the back of my head. I growled angrily and rubbed the spot. "I need to piss you off in order for you to reach your potential," he told me plainly. "You're full of shit, old man," I mumbled sourly and Rai stood. He was the Grim Reaper and my eyes traveled up his tall lucious frame. I ended at his glowing eyes and grinned at the desire I saw swirling in his orbs.

★★★★ “If you do this again, I swear you will not be able to leave the house with your life. I know you got him, but this is not the end of the story. Stop assuming that your possessions are safe and pleasant and will remain thus for the rest of your life. I have been through a lot, yet I never stop pursuing the things that are truly important to me. No need to fret, I am going to squeeze your pride out of your body right in front of your eyes,"