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[flashback] Kayla’s being scolded now for a sin that she didn't commit. It’s because her mom's favorite vase worth several million was broken. She didn’t know what happened here because when she arrived it was already broken. She was right in front of the broken vase picking up the pieces just so no one will get hurt when her mom came that's why she thought Kayla was the one who broke it and scolded her right away.

“But I still think you should ask her out. She said that weeks ago, she might have changed her mind.” “It was last week, Jess.” The Club daughter ended up being too late to make the appointment worth it, so I used my spare fifteen minutes to do some re-stocking of my supplies and shot a text over to Eden asking when she was free next. She got back to me immediately with a picture of her and her son Oscar, both beaming, sitting on a bench at the park. ‘Hey babe. Tony has Oscar Thurs night. Does that work?’ ‘My place this time, ’ I texted back. ‘I want to give my MILF the full-body massage she deserves to get you nice and relaxed for afterwards.’

Jayden snapped, cheeks burning. “If you are that scared,” Ronan said, voice calm. “Just change it.” Jayden hesitated before picking the remote, changing it to his favourite channel. But luck wasn't on his side as he mistakenly switched it to an erotic channel. The first sound that came out made their eyes meet briefly, Jayden's hands trembled as he tried to change it but Ronan took the remote from him, placing it down. “Relax,” he teased. “It's just a movie.”

“Please give a loud applause, ladies and gentlemen, for Sydney Bardot Barlowe, looking warm and stylish in her 100% Pendleton blue wool skirt suit with Australian crystal earrings to match. She’s ready to captivate us with her bold tailoring style, sumptuous layering, and a palette that evokes the mystery of winter twilight and the warmth of autumn embers.” My heart swelled with happiness as I bowed to the crowd, squinting to find Charlotte, Cindy, and my little bundles of joy - my twin boys, Kaiden and Spencer. There were no signs of them except Tristan waving at me. I smiled at him and left the stage. The music shifted, and my show began with the first model stepping onto the runway. One b

Kathrine and Brayan joined this heavy aura. “Why? Who is this?” Miles jeered. “I don’t know, but she is freaking awesome.” “Listen to this,” she tuned in to the radio channel, and RJ Shanaya recited the same line I posted this morning. If you’re committed to somebody, you don’t allow yourself to find perfection in someone else. “She is freaking good. She works under the name Breathless, and I have been listening to her for the last week. You should tune in too.” Raya pulled my hand and winked.

Even she knew that name. The reckless celebrity. Actor. Billionaire heir. Media disaster. A man who lived like consequences didn’t exist. Lena slowly closed the wallet. Her voice came out barely above a whisper. “I don’t take what isn’t mine.” She placed it exactly where she found it. And continued cleaning. Unaware that the owner of that name was still inside the room. The bathroom door opened suddenly. Lena froze. Slow footsteps. Then a voice — deep, rough, still carrying sleep and alcohol.

"You really don't have to call me that." Footsteps echoed from the stairs and Reid appeared. He was dressed in a simple shirt and joggers with his dark hair slightly messy. It was unlike his usual composed and well-groomed self. He looked tired but he was still effortlessly handsome. I took a step closer. "You weren't in class today and you didn't answer my calls. That's why I got worried." Reid sighed and ran a hand through his hair. "My mom's unwell. I came home to take care of her."

I don’t talk about her; as far as I’m concerned, I have no mother. “Mom! Aunty Val, look who I have here.” Two women turn. I instantly know who Zion’s mom is, I’ve seen a picture of her before. Zaia Toussaint-King is breathtaking; vibrant red hair, styled high, gorgeous purple eyes and plump lips. She’s in a pale blue dress that suits her perfectly.

He hadn’t felt such a need for anyone in these twenty-nine years, not even for his ex-fiancée, Cassandra Taylor. For four years, he was with Cassandra until he found out about her aborted pregnancies. He had been shattered, feeling guilty for not spending time with her. But soon he found out that he wasn’t the only one she had been playing with. He threw her out of his life for good. There was utter chaos ever since. His parents tried convincing him to patch things up with her after her father, Stephen Taylor, resorted to threats. Cassandra Taylor was the spoiled daughter of Stephen Taylor, the President of the LA Economic Development Corporation. His one phone call was enough to destroy the