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Taking the bottle from his hand, Vanessa took a sip. Looking at Megan and Bryan, Justin smiled, "They look happy together, don't they?" "They do," she smiled. "Well, I have never seen Bryan so happy and crazy over a girl in twenty-nine years of our existence." "Megan seems to like him alot too." Turning towards her, Justin asked, "What about you?" "What about me?" She asked. Pausing for a while, he answered, "You seem to have a lot of things hidden in your heart and eyes." When she raised her brows, he added, "Did I not tell you that I can read a beautiful woman's eyes?"

“I commend you for showing me your true self before I allowed myself to fall in love with you. Thank you for saving me from a fate worse than death.” As she hurried to her room, she sighed with relief that he didn’t try and stop her. When she entered her room and slammed the door, the tears flooded her eyes while cries of agony wracked her whole body. Never had she wore her feelings on her shoulders before, and never would she do it again. She’d practically begged for his love, only to have him cut her chest open with a knife and crush her heart. She would never sink to that level again. From now on, she would control her life and not let other people trample on her.

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She nodded and smiled brightly. "And I can't believe you have finally grown into a woman and you will be doing what adults do." She said making me chuckle. "Mom, " I waved her off and blushed. "Don't make me cry." "If you let a tear slip from your eyes ehn, I will beat devil that wants to ruin your glamorous makeup out of you." She threatened and the door finally opened. The book of love by Peter Gabriel served the speakers with his alluring and intoxicating voice and with one heavy exhale, I walked in following the pace of my mother who led me towards the aisle.

I REALLY NEED SUPPORT FROM ALL OF YOU, BY REVIEWING THIS STORY❤️ Stay sane and keep healthy 🌍 Let's cooperate with each other❤️ Happy reading 🤗 ***** My eyes opened, my heart was beating fast. Breathe, I can still breathe. Wait, wait a minute. I'm breathing and my heart is beating fast? Since when did my heart beat? I looked up at the white ceiling and felt a small sting on my wrist. It hurts. And I feel crushed all over my body. I blinked my eyes again many times, and I realized my surroundings. I'm still alive.

"Do you read this? Or is it your thatha's book?" I asked doubtfully. "I do read this book. I have the whole series. It's a gift from one of the competitions I won." He chuckled and sat on the other chair. "Oh, that's great! Everybody tells this book has a compilation of heart touching incidents. Is that true?" I asked curiously as my main time killer is books. And I would love books like these. "Yes, it has the wonderful collections of the people's hearts which would strongly affect our heart! Shall I tell you the story that affected my heart the most? But I am not good at storytelling, but I will shortly tell you the core of that incident."

Now, Fabian could ignore me being hurt and even warn me not to make things difficult for the woman he loved. How could someone change so completely? How could I trust my whole life to someone like that? If I were to marry him, I would only repeat the same tragedy. I wiped my tears and went to the clinic to have a doctor treat the cut on my leg. The moment I stepped inside, I saw Viola and Fabian on the other side of the hall, standing close together and acting all affectionate.

the assistant replied. His assistant handed him the donation agreement that I had signed. Joseph did not take it. He turned his face away, and his shoulders trembled violently. Despair radiated from him. Yvette felt extremely happy inside after confirming that I was dead. However, she felt furious about receiving my heart.

I wanted to reach out to touch Kieran one last time to be sure I wasn’t missing something, but my fingers wouldn't move. My brother called for me, panic etched in his voice, and Serena's soft whimpers could be heard as hands grabbed me from all directions. But one thing stood out in that moment. One sound and one exclamation. “Beep Beep Beep.” That was the sound of the machine that was once flatlining. And this was the sound that came out of a Healer that had once given up: “His heart. It’s back! His heart is beating again.”

Only because our son begged to go to the amusement park, my wife, Nyla Frost, a wealthy heiress, ended up in a car accident on the way there, leaving her permanently paralyzed from the waist down. To punish us, she slashed our daily allowance to a mere ten cents. For the past three years, my son and I had no choice but to survive by scavenging through trash every day, even fighting the dogs for scraps. One day, my son was so hungry that he lost all reason. He ate a few crumbs of a cookie that our family doctor had accidentally dropped on the floor. My wife flew into a rage, accusing him of having filthy, thieving hands. As punishment, she made him stand outside in the pouring rain for th