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she says, "out of uniform." "So do you." Barbara bursts out laughing. "I suppose I walked into that with my eyes open." She looks down at Charlotte's plain black coffee. "I've ordered waffles. Want some? It's on me. My treat." "Um...." "I've ordered for two, so you'd better eat them, otherwise I will. The calories will land straight onto my ass and I'll sue you for loss of earnings." Charlotte looks away. Jenny didn't like knowing she was taking charity. Charlotte doesn't either. But the waffles when they arrive are fragrant and tempting, scented deliciously of caramel and cinnamon. Her resolve withers.

"you care? Or you're just sleeping with me so you can throw me in jail and get me over with? I'm not drunk Charity! Don’t you dare call me drunk!" He bellowed. Not enough to be regarded as yell but deep enough to resonate through my ears and my whole body. It seemed like he was trying so hard even in his drunken state not to yell at me. I didn’t understand a word he said or why he said it, well, not until my eyes caught the book he held in his hand. God no! Please no! I rose to my feet painstakingly. "Dwyer please, it's not----" " Give my body to him at the expense of my freedom. Clues. His sister. Weaknesses. His gang. Make him open up to me. Prison. Serve his time and come out a changed m

Ralph quickly answered. “Your mistress.” The blunt remark landed like a slap. Director Waltz snickered without the slightest hint of amusement. Ralph and Dawn stared at him in stunned silence. Their faces flushed with embarrassment as the other board members remained expressionless, making no attempt to defend them. “So the rumors circulating throughout Lax City are true,” Director Waltz continued. His gaze moved between Ralph and Dawn. “You were never legally married to your wife, yet you drove her out of your home.” Dawn's fingers curled nervously at her sides.

DAMIEL I stopped exercising the night I knew I would be getting married. Blame a man for having his dick huge. Some people wet dreams but I am no asshole. Charlie’s trauma plays a part. I would never lay my hands on him again. New omega for every rut. He cried for me, he let me pull him to tears. So sweet. He decided to give me the honor of bringing him to tears and I cannot wait to see another. ⸻ CHARLIE

his voice cracked up as if he was gonna cry anytime soon. I exhaled and stared at the pathetic figure in front of me. "It's okay as long as you don't try it again. Rosanna will surely forgive you even if it takes years, I'm sure she will, even if she doesn't I'll make sure of it. Right now I'll start by clearing your name," I said more calmly this time and he nodded like an obedient dog. Next day. Charlie's POV Yesterday's event still replays in my head. How I almost committed sucide.

“Get better, we need you.” Dan walked into Bianca’s place full of questions. Wilson opened up another can of worms. Their curses carry on further than he first thought. Now he was thinking the curse was now a set up. If Wilson’s dad was with Bianca’s mother, they must’ve known about him and Cherl. They were always together back in the day. “Dan Sanders, done crying over spilled milk?” Dan laughed softly. She continued “I have felt a shift in my spirit lately. Jason, broke his curse?”

He looked from me to Charli. She smiled at him, and the heat boiling from my collar told me that my face joined the party of red. If this asshole didn't move in the next three seconds, I wasn't responsible. "Goodbye, Chad," Charli said. "Thank you for the drink." "Is this the guy you're waiting for...?" "Your three seconds are up, Chad." My nostrils flared with exaggerated breaths. However, instead of decking him—as I wanted to do—I reached for Charli's forearm. "We're leaving. Now."

I said, my voice as cold as ice, "You've nothing left to give up. Leaving me is your only choice." The Icefield strays were closing in, their claws scraping the ground with a chilling sound. I saw a huge stray among them, its eyes fixed on Charlie, as if it would leap at him and rip his throat out any second. Eunice waved her hand toward them. "Go ahead, don't hold back." Charlie remained still, letting them approach, even exposing his neck. "I won't resist, Eve. As long as it makes you forgive me…" "Stop!" I finally spoke.

"Like this, sweetie? Like I’m completely heartbroken for Elena?" "Yes! Exactly like that!" Charlie grinned, his chest puffing out with an arrogant, triumphant swagger as he walked back toward her. He poured himself another splash of expensive scotch from the crystal decanter, swallowing it in one greedy gulp. "God, it's going to be beautiful, Lydia. The press is going to eat her alive. By Sunday morning, Elara’s name will be synonymous with child abduction. Sarah will have to drop her, the board will flee, and the Vane family will absorb the carcass of the Vance empire. We’ll be untouched."

Dolly’s POV If heartbreak had a cure, Lena was convinced it came in three forms: Hot chocolate so sweet it could induce a coma. Christmas movies so stupid they rewrote your brain chemistry. Avoiding all adult responsibilities until January. Which was how I ended up being dragged downstairs the next evening, half-asleep, half-resisting, fully doomed. “Come on, wounded penguin,” Lena said, tugging me by the wrist. “Movie night waits for no emotional wreck.”