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I stood there, motionless, the weight of his words pressing against me like a vice. “I never meant to be the villain in your story,” I murmured, my voice barely above a whisper as I took a step back, feeling the distance between us grow. “But maybe I already was. Maybe I’ve been the villain from the start.” Matthew let out a bitter, empty laugh, the sound hollow and aching. “The worst part, Adrain? The one thing that’s killing me right now? Even after all of this... I still want to forgive you. And I hate myself for it. I hate that part of me still cares.”

And even more so to Alexander — for his unyielding stubbornness, for chasing after her, sweeping her away from her pains and shadows, and for capturing her heart so completely. THE END The BRITISH BLOOD TRILOGY (Loving Her Duke - First: Hating Her King - Second: Saving Her Prince - Third)

I just couldn't afford returning home without a job. "Well welcome aboard!" He exclaimed and slipped my file in his drawer close by. With a wry smile, I stood up and thanked him. I was to return the next day. I felt like screaming for joy, or let me say pain. Teaching was the worst job ever for me. It was my second list after detective. I wondered why I hated working, but I just had to right, this is the 21st century, and we've got to struggle to survive but to me, this wasn't what I wanted. As I cat walked, I came across a grocery shop and I hopped in. I was going to sponsor today's meal with those horrible neighbors because I got the job. They more like agents fixing people with works and

“Why do you even want me back, huh? Just some weeks ago you told me how much you hated me and then basically called me a slut, and today you want me to end my relationship to be with you? What game are you playing, huh?” “I'm not playing any games. I already told you that I don't hate you.” He reminded her, hoping she wouldn't make this any more difficult for him. He'd come to Chicago thinking that he hated her and ready to destroy her life for making his so miserable for three years straight, but all his plans had come crumbling around him two weeks ago when he realized that what he felt for her had nothing to do with hatred.

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Henry was dragged by Zion to sit down under a tree aside. Zion passed the mini-game he had designed to Henry. Will you be able to get through it in fifteen minutes? What's so hard about it? It's just a mobile game. "Henry took it over and began to play with confidence. However, as he played, he frowned deeply. He began to think hard in the middle of the game." Zion stood by the side with his arms crossed in front of his chest and smiled as he looked at the picturesque scenery. "Fifteen minutes later, Henry said with frustration, ""This game can't be won at all."""

She had resolved to stand her ground in the face of this bizarre and heartless situation. Jonathan’s voice was cold as he handed Hazel a document. “Hazel, I believe it’s time we discuss the levirate contract. According to our traditions, as my brother’s widow, you are to marry me.” Hazel’s eyes widened with disbelief and grief, “What?!” Her voice trembled with a mix of sorrow and anger. Jonathan’s sadistic smirk appeared as he leaned in, his eyes devoid of empathy. “Life is unpredictable, Hazel. You should consider yourself fortunate to be under my protection. Sign the contract, and your future will be secure. I’m sorry for your trouble.”

Not even an angel can change him. Mr. Logan took the documents from the table I threw it at and stared at me before he opened it. After checking each page of the file, he looked up at me. “Can I pay in kind?” He uttered like he really got something to offer. “Your properties will do!” I replied and he shook his head. “Nah! Something else!” He said and my eyes widened. What the fuck? Is he gay too? Holy Moses! “You gay?” I commented more like a question.

She closes the distance between us, her face inches from mine. “You think I want this?” she hisses, her voice low and dangerous. “You think I asked for this bond? I hate you. I hate everything about you. You killed my husband and you took everything from me.” I can’t help but grin at her anger. Good, let her hate me. I want her to; I need her to. “Then kill me,” I growl. “If you hate me so much, kill me and end this.” She shakes her head, her eyes narrowing. “I’m not giving you the easy way out. Not until I know what rejecting this bond will do to me and my pack. Not until I know what we’re dealing with. Until then, I invoke The Gallows Law.”

There was this line she had highlighted, “In New York, you can talk to anyone about anything at any time and have a conversation so long you'll fall a little in love with that person, and then never see them again.” He then moved forward to find another underlined context, “I will build myself up so high in such a short time that when he leaves me, I will become a lightning storm, a nuclear apocalypse. I will not come out of this with nothing.” He read it once. Twice. And thrice. He sighed and placed the book back. He looked out of the window. The sunlight hit his face. His eyes shining brightly, giving the pure aura of brown. He then closed his eyes and inhaled deeply, his hands in his pock