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In this life, I welcomed my true rebirth. In this broken new world, I, Melanie Anderson, would live only for myself and live the life that belonged to me.

*** When I woke up, Johan was sitting on the edge of the bed, shirtless and smoking. He heard me move and looked back. A check landed on the bed in front of me. I stared at it. He only said a few words. "I'm bored with you." Something inside me cracked. Like porcelain shattering, sharp pieces cut across my heart. Still, my voice came out calm. I even smiled. "I've got less than three months left. Couldn't you wait a little longer?" Johan frowned. "Yara Yelton, you should know your place."

Bethany lowered her head and cried for a long time. I sent her the studio's address and contact information, then stood. "Work hard. Stop thinking about things you shouldn't. Life is long. Don't waste your time on someone else's man." I turned and left. Outside the cafe, the sunlight was bright. The comments exploded. [The villainess repaid resentment with kindness???] [I'm crying. She helped Bethany.] ["You don't even count as a supporting character in my life" is so fierce.]

He was writing himself directly into my life. End of Chapter 9

The cover of the third book was a silent declaration of victory. Where the previous ones had carried dark and uncertain tones, this one displayed a watercolor in golds and deep blues—colors that evoked sunrises over the ocean, promises kept, and horizons that had finally revealed themselves within reach. The title, engraved in handwritten letters like an intimate confession, was simple and revolutionary: “To Live.”

For the first time, hesitation crept into my heart. It was not because of Phoebe. It was because I realized that the trip had been like a mirror, reflecting parts of myself I had always avoided seeing. I began to wonder whether I had long grown tired of a life that felt too predictable, only lacking the courage to admit it. One weekend, Shanine brought up the idea of taking another short trip with Phoebe. Looking into her hopeful eyes, I suddenly understood something. Once a secret existed, it would never truly disappear.

Living felt worse than dying, and she sank into complete despair. Just when she thought she would die there, someone suddenly bailed her out. She thought her name had finally been cleared. Hope flickered back to life, only for that person to knock her unconscious. When Serena woke again, she realized she had been taken to an underground slave farm. This was the darkest corner of the entire pack. Inside were Rogues exiled for crimes, slaves abandoned by their masters, and captives from rival packs. They were forced to fight each other for scraps of food.

"Zoe!" Caleb's voice trembled with fear and panic. As my consciousness faded, I felt no fear, only a strange sense of relief. Was it finally ending? I thought I had 24 hours left. Had it come even sooner? Maybe that was better. At least I wouldn't have to suffer through the pain eating away at me anymore. "Caleb, the journal on the nightstand and the voice recording are my parting gifts to you. Please remember to take a look," I thought.

Life in the Darkness... My life remained in complete darkness. Alone and without anyone to lean on. I wanted to give up but kept going. rising to face the struggle. I fought until the bitter end, until I attained the true freedom and justice that we all deserve. Justice in an abusive world. I almost took my own life because I believed that if I lived, I would have to live with the nightmare of the past.

🔞🔞The Black Ace🔞🔞 ♠️ Chapter 6♠️ ♠️ ELIZABETH ♠️ Sighs! What an exciting life I'm living and the best of it is that, there's no consequences and no responsibility. It may seem unbelievable to some people but in my case, it's the truth. Being alive means enjoying oneself to the fullest and there's no better way to live than to really get on the edge. Everyone has this something in their life that makes them feel alive. Well in my case, there are 2 things that make me feel alive, The first one is killing.