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His voice was hoarse and desperate. "Elena, I was wrong. I know I messed up… Please, come back. We can have another baby. I'm begging you—give me a chance to make it up to you…" The driver commented casually, "This whole thing's been the talk of the town lately. The guy on the radio is the designated heir of the Corleone family. He was about to marry his fiancee, but he kept messing around with his mistress. In the end, he broke his fiancee's heart, and only now is he regretting it.

Julian slammed his hand onto the console. The world went Black. But in the darkness, a single, analog sound began to play. Hiss. Click. Whir. It was the 1977 Cassette Tape. And then, a new voice spoke—a voice that was deep, ancient, and sounded like it was coming from Inside your own head. "Chapter 146: The Reader’s Audit. Warning: By continuing to read, you are consenting to a Physical Transfer of Assets. Please check your pulse. Does it feel... Digital?"

The only man I intend to get entangled with, forever. "I like the sound of that just fine." END OF BOOK SEVEN

Looking east. Sera poured tea and stood beside her. "You don't have to look back," Sera said quietly. "I know." Seven didn't move her gaze immediately. Then, slowly, she turned away from the eastern window and looked west instead. "It's just habit." "Habits change," Sera said. "Do they?" "I spent three years not speaking." Sera looked at her own cup. "Now I can't seem to stop." Seven looked at her. And then quietly, briefly, like something finding its way out of a long enclosure she smiled.

“ It will be better for me to make it up to you rather than apologising for what I have done, I cannot bring those seven years back to you but that does not mean that I cannot give you another seven to make up for those.” Levy did not know what to feel a part of her felt rather stroked upon hearing that he cared for her so much but then she thought about how things would have gone by if she hadn’t found a piece of evidence for her innocence and tried to suppress that flicker that was blazing within her heart. “ You will never win my heart even if you waste another seventy years.” “ How kind of you to say seventy and not hundred,” he drawled, sarcasm in his voice as he chuckled. “ But then ag

He paused. “And the two million one.” Another pause. “And the five million one.” His voice cracked. “Why is everything today a million something?!” Before I could answer Liana yelled into the air, knowing he’d hear from the phone, “Ari! Approve the seven million one next!” Slade made a sound I had never heard before. Like a dying engine. Or a man rejecting reality. “Ariana,” he said slowly, “what are you two doing?” “Bonding,” I said sweetly.

When I see Reese Chapman again, it is exactly three years after I sever our mate bond. It is also the third year since I completely seal my wolf and hide at the edge of the Shadow pack territory, living as an insignificant healer. Tonight, the air in the clinic feels heavy and icy under his overwhelming aura. He carries a lightly injured female companion in his arms and forcibly takes over the best VIP ward in the clinic. During my shift, he summons me three times through his guards. The first time, he coldly orders, "There are wolfsbane fragments on the bedsheets. Change them." I send an apprentice herbalist to handle it. Two hours later, he has a nurse relay another order. "The smell

His eyes were bloodshot. "Kathy, how could you do this? We've been together for seven years. Seven years, and you're ready to walk away over something like this? Have you stopped caring about the company too?" Seven years. Hearing that only made it sound more ridiculous. I looked at him, and my tone turned icy. "And what have you actually given me in the past seven years? You know exactly how many nights I stayed up working for your company and how much effort I put into it.

And you STILL dare to drag her down? "Ruby Quinn, you're filth—you're nothing but a rotten, heartless devil!"

I watched her as she expertly logged the books and placed it on the cart by the section it should be placed on. “It’s The Night of the Holy Grail.” August halted in the middle of turning over an old copy of Don Quixote. I knew that would get her attention. In the weeks I’ve known August, there is nothing she loves more than everything classic and medieval. She quickly flickered her eyes on me before returning to her work.