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A solution to all my problems without him really knowing about it. " Leonardo... I wanted to ask you... I wanted to ask you to take me back to your apartment." I request him in a soft tone. This is it. If I am back in his apartment, I will be away from that jerk. And he won't get a chance to exploit me again But he looks at me suspiciously." Why? Why do you suddenly want to go back to my apartment?"

A reckless part of me wanted to close the distance between us, to grind against him, to lose myself in the fire I knew would consume us both. But then he smiled, that same infuriating, cocky sneer, and the spell was broken. I pushed against his chest, trying to wriggle out of his grasp, but he held me fast, his fingers digging into the soft flesh of my waist. I could feel my pussy clench, aching with a need I didn't want to acknowledge. "I told you," he said, his voice low and rough. "You can't walk on your own. I'm taking you home, Ava. End of discussion."

“Just when I thought I would have a great day.” She sighed. She dropped her bag on her couch, folded her arms, and turned to him. He was seated on her chair with his legs on her table. “What do you want?” She asked. He ran his eyes on her before speaking. “My kids. I want my kids back.” He replied, Clara chuckled. She found his response funny. “I don't get it, did you ever have them?” She asked. “I want them.” He said sternly. His face held no expression, he sounded so cold too.

Laughing with him, loving him, fucking him The glass of wine slipped from my fingers, shattering on the floor. “Vee?” Rhea’s voice came from behind me. I turned slowly, the photo clutched in my shaking hand. Her eyes darted to it, and for a second—just a second—I saw the guilt. Then it was gone, and in its place, cold indifference. “How long?” My voice was barely a whisper. She sighed, rolling her eyes like I was some annoying child. “Does it matter?”

i whispered “Thank you” “You're welcome ma'am” I took a sip before i let out a word “Why I'm i here Vivienne?” “I have just two requests to make from you,i really want to be with Ethan and you know that child could ruin things for me” “So this is about my baby”i said as i sucked my drink. “I don't want to have to play games with you mara all i need is your compliance he already offered you a fortune sign the damn papers and be out of our lives or we do it the hard way”

Then his expression turns thoughtful. “Tell me something,” he says. “If you had one wish right now… just one thing you desperately want to come true… what would it be?” I don’t even have to think before I answer. “My foster mother,” Just saying the words makes my chest constrict. “I want her to recover completely. I want her healthy again… walking around, smiling, nagging me the way she used to.” My lips tremble faintly. “I just want her back.” Lucas grows quiet for a moment before offering me a reassuring smile.

The sheer audacity of the words hung in the cold garage air. He didn't want me back because he loved me. He wanted me back because Brown Holdings was bleeding on the trading floor, and he had finally realized I was holding the knife. He didn't want the woman standing in front of him. He wanted the quiet, obedient wife he could control, the one who never challenged, threatened and never made him afraid.

"Didn't you say it was a present for me? Although there was a mistake, I can't return it, right? Isn't it enough for me to like and to leave it as it is?" David nodded while taking a step closer to her. "Of course. Since you like this gift, then … I wonder what present I'd receive in return. What do you say?" Rebecca was rendered speechless. How did it end up like this after agreeing with him? However, since he had spent so much effort to bring her here, there was no way he would let her off easily. She bit her lip and clasped her hands repeatedly. "What would you like in return?"

Isaac then followed her again from behind. She turned around again, feeling annoyed with his action. She then stomped her feet walking closer towards him. "Just tell me what you want." She growled, crossing her arms. "Okay, fine. I want you to work with me." Isaac spoke straight to the point. "W-what? Work with you? Why? I don't want to." Kathilyn turned around again, but Isaac grabbed her hand before she could walk away. "This is not a choice. You have to work with me, no questions asked." Isaac spoke sternly as if he was ordering and demanding her.

"What do you want from me?" The silence stretched, thick and suffocating, before the voice answered again, its tone dropping to a low, almost reverent whisper. I want you because you are mine, Veyra. I need you to complete me. We are one, destined to be together. No one else can understand you the way I do.