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Her face danced with smiles as she slid into the backseat of the car Thomas had left for her, accompanied by Sharon. The car pulled up at the most expensive boutique in the city. Audrey's eyes devoured the dresses hung. They sparkled with beauty and money. “This will perfectly fit you, ma’am,” Sharon said with a soft smile as she pulled out a knee- length white gown. But just then, a hand shot out, snatching it away from her. “I saw it first,” the familiar voice said. Audrey looked around and was shocked to see Sophia and Lucas, hands locked. But Lucas immediately dropped Sophia's hand, on sighting Audrey.

“They didn’t just take her… they sold her. Used her. Moved her from place to place and forced her to satisfy several Alphas’ séxual urges, all to make sure she worked hard enough in exchange for my debt.” My nails dig into my palms. “I needed money. Fast. Or she would die.” Silence. Even the air feels heavier now. “And then… they came.” I glance again at the three women. “One by one.” “First—Lady Celine.” Her head snaps slightly, her eyes widening. “She came into my office like a queen already crowned.” I can still remember it—the scent of her perfume, the way she looked at me like a tool. “She said she was your first wife, that she should be the only Luna that mattered.”

Maxwell and the First Lady both occupied their positions. I cleared my throat. “I will go straight to the point, First Lady. What do you know about Kayla?" I studied her. She claimed not to know who I was talking about. That was exactly what her face said. "Uhm," she said in a slightly confused tone, “who is Kayla?" I grinned broadly. I was right. She was trying to get away from this. "It appears you have no idea," I said calmly. "I don't. If you could explain, I might understand."

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They stared at me intently their eyes boring holes in my flesh. Why? Perhaps I left the dungeon alive? I shivered slightly as I was pushed into the infirmary, the doors slamming shut behind me. I raised my head up and locked gazes with a beautiful blonde lady, staring at me with a smile. She reminded me of the nurse in my town. I wonder if she had survived the war. "Come here" I heard her say as she signaled to me. Her voice so soft and tender, I wanted to keep hearing it. Her smile brightened up my mood a bit as I saw that someone wasn't out to kill me.

Natalie felt intimidated for the first time but his smiling expression made her think it was just an illusion "You know what, just stay at my place, we will know what to do with you by tomorrow" Katie came with the money and secretly handed it to Natalie, not passing Liam's vision. They bade Kate goodbye and boarded another cab to Natalie's house. During the ride, Natalie kept on cursing under her breath so many times. Katie had always told her to keep the house tidy in case she decided to date but she always trashed her words, today she really regretted not keeping the house tidy.

I remained mute and watched the old lady vent. In controlled silence, I rinsed off the lather from my body and hair. “Y'all are the same. Just different faces and sizes.” She cackled. “And you're not the fairest, I thought you should know.” With majestic moves, I stepped out of the tub and squeezed the excess water from my hair. My naked body stylishly walked towards the huge hanging lockers for a bath towel. “I am the first, Francesca.” A dark smile kissed my lips. My eyes mirrored it too. “The first lady to come in his home. The first lady to be endorsed by the late Donna herself.”

Knowing she feared being hit with the vase, she was most likely to attack me should I dare to drop the vase before leaving. I rushed to the guest room and shut the door. I owned the mansion, yet I had no peace of mind. Restlessness and chaos both combined forces to frustrate me. I was slowly becoming a shadow of myself. I was living inside my house like a slave; something that never happened while I was still married to my ex-wife. To date, I still can't fathom why I ended things with my first wife. Despite her plea for a possible comeback, I treated her like rubbish.

The book is called The First Life: What the Practice Earned and What the Practice Cost. She sends it to Clara first. Not Cristina — Cristina is at the coast, seventy-six, making ceramics with the precision of someone who has been at it for eleven years and has found the bowl she was always building toward. She sends it to Clara because Clara is the person who asked for it. Clara is the person who will read it first. Clara reads it over four days. Calls on the fifth morning. "The first movement," Clara says. "Yes," Valentina says. "You described her exactly. The woman who was not unhappy. The specific texture of a life that was adequate and knew it was adequate and had no language for wanting

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