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Two weeks ago I would be on the cloud nine after getting so many good reviews… now I was slowly losing my courage. “It’s all because of Tom! My insecurities are all thanks to him and his nagging about not to dig in the subject! Let’s face it, Ana, who except for you would match all the facts, which you put in the novel?” I laughed while hitting my head with a hand. Unfortunately, there was an answer to my last question. The killer would. A mere thought of a killer reading my novel brought chills onto my spine… Fortunately I activated my common sense fast.

I forced myself to keep reading, my pulse loud enough to drown out the quiet hum of the coffee shop around me. The next line waited beneath the first, short, urgent, impossible to misread. *Whatever you do, do not trust the man you married.*

Amber’s POV The vase that had once adorned a side table near the sliding doors of the patio now lay in shards against the far wall. Her fists were still clenched by her side as anger flowed through her veins. Her hair was disheveled and her mouth was set in a grim line. None of her plans had worked so far. Why, after six years, did Troy suddenly decide to move on and with an arranged bride? She might have understood it better if he’d fallen in love with someone, dated and then decided to take the leap into marriage.

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Three years together. Lucian proposed seventy-seven times. Aurelia said no every single time. The entire family called her ungrateful. How dare she reject the Underboss? But Aurelia knew the truth. Lucian never wanted to marry her in the first place. The first three times, she said yes. She took the ring with tears in her eyes. Each time, his face turned to ice. "A proper woman doesn't give in so easily," he scoffed. She took the hint. She handed the ring back and said no. Only then did his warm smile return. Then came year three. Aurelia overheard that line between him and Bianca, her adopted sister—intimate, sick, and unmistakable. It hit her like a bullet. Lucian never loved her. Not for

Envy fleeted across her eyes. “Get rid of everything.” Charlie said icily, with the subject not open for discussion, “I want everything new. I’m not interested in someone else’s hand-me-downs.” The butler paused for a minute before persuading in hesitation, “Get rid of everything? Don Moretti will—” “I am the lady of the manor now. Are you trying to defy the consiglieri’s orders?” Charlie abruptly cut the butler off. She took strides into the bedroom. She swiped her finger across the vanity table before furrowing her brows in disgust.

Madeline unlocked her door to let Ava walk in before her. She reached out for the switch and the entire living room was lighted in a flash. Madeline smiled and recalled using tiny of her savings to pay the electricity bill. Now she wouldn't need a torch to constantly see at night. She wouldn't lie when she said it was scary not wanting to bump into something especially in her condition.

The only thing that was coming to hid mind were images of the magical time he had with just the night before and look at where she was now, barely Twenty-four hours later, doing the same thing with another man. His thoughts were racing as he attempted to make sense of the situation. He endeavored to look for a rational justification, but his thoughts were a jumbled mess the whole while. He couldn't wrap his head around the fact that Golder would cheat on him with someone who wasn't even capable of competing with him. His thoughts were filled with inquiries, but he was at a loss for the appropriate words to use as expressions. It was difficult for him to take a breath since he had the sensati

His glasses slid down his nose as he muttered to himself. “Insurance payouts… property transfers… suspiciously convenient timing,” he murmured. Mrs. Edith Dalloway sat quietly in her usual chair, watching everything with sharp, thoughtful eyes. “Sometimes,” she said slowly, “truth reveals itself in whispers rather than shouts.” Clara noticed Alex writing rapidly in his notebook. “What are you thinking?” she asked. “That someone benefited greatly from our family’s destruction.” “And they’ve been living comfortably with that secret ever since.” Just before noon, the bell above the bookstore door chimed again.

"If this is truly your decision, then I will respect it. Remember this. No matter what happens, this will always be your home." Tears spilled over. I wrapped my arms around her. "Thank you, my Lady." As long as I severed all ties with Caspian, the tragedy of my previous life would not repeat itself. He would live long, and Valdrin and Derya would never fall into despair or hate me so deeply. This life would end well for everyone. The second regret written in Caspian's journal, his regret at failing to resist his parents' arrangement, should count as resolved as well. Should it not?