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I have to do a double check, but when I did I couldn't help the smile and melting sensation inside me. Tangled above the rear mirror there was the scarlet lace I gifted him on Halloween. The one I took from my prize. Knowing he'd not only kept it but also laced it there... I don't know, it did something in my chest quite hard to explain. Probably it just bothered him while driving or something and there was the nearest place to leave it so it stays there. In his precious Letty. "What?" his brows drew together. "Why are you smiling like that?"

Talia stood by a dresser, its paint peeling away. "What promise did he make to you?" I asked, breaking the eerie silence that filled the room. I watched her closely, waiting for her to respond. Perhaps embarrassment held her back, or perhaps she simply didn't care. "Money? Sex?" The words felt out of place in this grim setting. Talia was just a pawn in Xandriel's game, but I couldn't help but see a younger version of myself in her confusion. I, too, once mistook pain for love, believing Xandriel's affection was real.

“I almost forgot.” Inside was a delicate corsage, white roses accented with baby’s breath and tied with a shimmering blue ribbon that perfectly matched Tiffany’s dress. “It’s beautiful,” Tiffany breathed, her heart swelling. She held out her wrist, watching as Jacob carefully tied the corsage around it. His fingers brushed against her skin, sending a shiver up her arm.

People who have never experienced love are more foolish when they fall in love. They trust easily and feel hurt easily. **** Sunny weather for a messy heart. That's what's happening to Tessa right now; she keeps smoothing over and over again the scarf on her neck, which is near, but her hands keep moving and can't stay still. Her legs were even trembling, staring at the tile floor of the hospital. It was December 25th, a day that was supposed to be a national holiday. Tessa had to visit the hospital with mixed feelings, not wanting to accuse him any longer. She arrived alone and waited for a few minutes in a chair prioritized for the elderly and pregnant women.

“So that amount is the least you can do for me to cover up for you.” My lungs locked. I tried to breathe—but the air just wouldn’t come. Everything felt like it was closing in. Her words. Her voice. The corner she had backed me into. “So,” she said, tilting her head slightly, watching me unravel, “are you in or out?”

Chapter 75 Masked Intentions Tiffany stumbled into her apartment just as dawn began to light the horizon. Her heels clattered against the wooden floor as she tossed her purse onto the couch, muttering incoherently. Her head spun, her dress clung to her like a second skin, and her mascara had smudged, creating faint streaks under her eyes. “This…this is exactly what I wanted,” she slurred, collapsing onto her bed in a heap. The plush mattress embraced her, and she drifted into a deep, dreamless sleep almost instantly, her intoxicated state rendering her oblivious to the chaos that awaited her.

ly waved at each other. "How's Elena?" Mrs. Beth asked. She's fine, I left her with Britney and Marcus. "I thought I could invite you to our book club next Friday," Beth said to Danielle. "Ermm I have to check my schedule, she said while looking at Nick, thank God He was not looking too, she thought to herself. "No problem, just get back to me" Beth replied as she tells her the address for the book club. "Can we get Battle Field of The Mind by Joyce Meyer, two copies please" Mr. Robyn cut in. "Yeah sure," Danielle said as she went to the bookshelf to get them. Nick was staring at her and he liked her already. Danielle got back to the counter and sold out the book to her. It was 3$. But Mrs.

He adjusted his silk tie for the tenth time, his eyes wide and glassy—the look of a man who had finally reached the summit of his own madness and found the view intoxicating. “I’m looking, Daniel,” I replied, my voice as steady as the marble pillars holding up the ceiling. “I’m looking at everyone who is about to witness the truth.” He didn’t hear the edge in my words. He only heard the submission he had spent five years crafting. He reached out, his hand sliding over the cold, metallic fabric of my dress. It was a custom-made gown of structured silver lace, woven with micro-filaments that caught the light like polished steel. It didn’t feel like fabric; it felt like a suit of armor, a shimm

My question hangs in the air, unanswered, as Cathy leads me to the vanity. Here, she transforms me further. My hair is styled into an elaborate, loose braid that drapes over my shoulder like a silken rope. Cathy intersperses the braid with tiny, crystalline pins that glint like the first rays of dawn breaking over a snowy horizon. Each crystal feels imbued with intent as if they are tiny fragments of a larger, unsolved riddle.

they replied, their excitement almost infectious. Entering Tiffany's felt like stepping into a shimmering dreamscape, an enchanting realm where every detail sparkled with a magical allure. The moment I crossed the threshold, I was enveloped in the delightful fragrance of aromatic candles, their flickering flames casting a warm, inviting glow that wrapped around me like a gentle embrace. Each display boasted an impressive array of exquisite lingerie, delicately arranged to beckon me closer and explore their wonders.