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Mirabella nods, her mouth covered by her palm in what Bailey presumed was to stop her from vomiting as she lifted her thumb in. Relieved, Bailey sighed and then found herself back under Kaleb's window where she could hear more of their sexual sounds. She gritted her teeth. She can't wait to put a stop to this. She smirked, already feeling satisfied that she was about to ruin his night. Bailey tugged the hose. It was long so she had no doubt that it would get to Mirabella. She walked until she was just under Mirabella who was clutching the huge tree branch for dear life.

she calls out, her voice carrying on the gentle breeze. Mrs. Jenkins, a sprightly woman with a twinkle in her eye, accepts the invitation eagerly. As they chat about their shared love for gardening, Ayana finds herself opening up to Mrs. Jenkins in a way she hadn't expected. They exchange tips and stories, bonding over their mutual admiration for the beauty of nature and the therapeutic joy of nurturing plants.

the lady said We drove to the store and got five Birkin bags and I couldn’t believe it, they’re worth a fortune and I have five of them? I wore the dresses and they fit so perfectly that I looked like a princess in a fairy tale. We were on our way to the party and the drive was good although with no form of communication I sat in the car and just looked down on my phone. ‘He’s acting weird AGAIN’ I rolled my eyes

The sky hung low with a dusky orange glow as Ronnie and I sprinted toward the rusted barrels near the fence. The cheers behind us rose like a wave, feeding the chaos that buzzed through my blood. My hands were shaking, but I didn’t stop. We unscrewed the caps, tilted the canisters, and started pouring gasoline into the air—recklessly, wildly. Like it was a kind of prayer. Or a dare. The fumes wrapped around us, sharp and dizzying. My throat burned. My eyes watered. But still, we kept going.

“Where’s the heartbreak? The cheating scandals? The unexpected plot twists?” Gladz chuckled, shaking her head. “Not everyone wants their love life to be a soap opera.” Cassie shot up, eyes sparkling with mischief. “Well, you’re missing out. Love is supposed to be thrilling. The push and pull, the angst, the desperation—” She clutched her chest like some tragic heroine. “Will they? Won’t they? It’s the spice of life!” Mica snorted. “Cass, you’ve been watching too many trashy telenovelas.”

~66~ Chiara The car's queue was too long and it went slower than usual. I mean, it's Viva’s show so… I swirled the drink in the flute and took a sip, my free hand intertwined with Carmelo’s and resting on his thigh, who was busy on the phone. Today was a game day, and I had my cards and swords drawn, ready to strike. I smiled.

Something was wrong. I stripped off my clothing and stepped into the shower for a quick bath. After I was done, I wore a black shirt and trousers. Not bothering to style my hair, I raked it backwards with my fingers. Before going to meet my parents, I decided to get some work done. Few minutes later, I descended the stairs. A group of maids greeted, but I ignored them. Their murmurings faded behind me. Stepping into the garden, Mrs. Rhode rushed towards me and engulfed me in a tight hug.

The abandoned estate on the city's outskirts stands like a forgotten monument to better days, cloaked in mist and history. Tendrils of fog curl around crumbling stone walls where stubborn vines reach skyward, nature slowly reclaiming what was once a testament to human opulence. Windows—once crystal clear and gleaming—are now clouded with grime and time, their glass panes fractured like spiderwebs, revealing nothing of the shadows that move within. Every creaking floorboard, every shifting shadow, every whisper of wind through broken eaves feels like secrets being exchanged between the past and present.

The door slammed open before I could take a step further. My heart thumped against my chest and my eyes widened in horror as Alex walked in with a gun in his hand. As I was about to grab a knife, someone tackled me to the ground from nowhere. My hands were tied with strong ropes and I struggled to be free, scared of what he could do to me. "Hello Julian," Alex said in a cocky voice. "Julian, the kids refused to get up maybe you should come car... " Ava's voice trailed off when she saw Alex. She wanted to run but Alex's guard ran towards her and brought her beside me.

The car was silent and the tension that lingered in the air was unbearable, I could only hear the engine. Artemis tensed against the window and turned her body, trying to put as much space between us as the car would allow. The smell of her perfume lingered In the air—vanilla with a hint of something floral. The disgust she felt for me was clearer than words. I could tell by how her perfectly manicured fingers gripped her clutch and how her shoulders slightly trembled with rage. Artemis was undoubtedly angry and confused, but so was I.