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She noticed how his smile faded weakly and before she could point it out to him, Will dragged his hand through his hair and turned to her so he was facing her. “Are you alright, Mr. Thomas?” “Ms. Miller…I have something to tell you.” He took a deep breath as if he wasn’t done yet convincing himself that what he was about to do was the right thing to do. “When you knocked yourself out in the bathroom―” “You didn’t really look away, did you?” Una narrowed her eyes at him and instantly leaned a little away from him. “I did,” he assured her immediately. “But it’s not whether I looked away or not what I want to confess about.”

Like they understand what I felt and all the actions I did. "Roselle… Franklin…" I uttered their names in a low voice, almost a whisper. "You look good, huh." Thomas smirked at me mockingly. "And durable." He nodded to himself then his gaze dropped at Carter. His eyebrow was raised as if he's saying something to Carter through his mind. The corners of Carter's lips rose and he subtly shook his head.

After a while, he snorted, "Hah! Why don't you look in the mirror? You're used goods and even had an abortion because of me… Or do you want that to go public?" I didn't think that he would use that to threaten me. My tears fell quietly down to my lips, wet and bitter. And since I was quiet, Pauls' tone became even more haughty. "So don't push me. I don't want to leave you either, so come back, okay?" He sounded so agreeable, but it was clearly a threat. However, before I could speak, a sweet feminine voice spoke from the other end, "Paul? Can you get me a bra…"

Thomas was quiet for another moment, then suddenly he smiled—not his usual warm smile, but something more teasing, almost mischievous. "Are you afraid I'll get jealous?" he asked, raising an eyebrow. "Mia Williams, if you're that worried about it, maybe you should marry me quickly. Otherwise I'll have to worry that every man who looks like Kyle Branson is going to come along and steal my girlfriend." I stared at him for a beat, then burst out laughing. "Thomas!" "What? I'm serious," he said, but he was grinning now. "I mean, if there are Kyle Branson doppelgangers just wandering around, catching falling children and commissioning healing centers, I clearly need to step up my game."

"Well, if it isn't our dear Ms. Nina Lace. You stabbed Dante in the back back then, but now that he's become the mafia Don living in glory. Someone must be feeling pretty regretful, right?” "I heard that you're gonna marry that half-dead geezer from the Boone family. That old man's useless, so you'll definitely be lonely later. Why don't you have some fun with us first..." Before I knew it, Dante had appeared behind them and kicked those spoiled brats.

"If you'd told me who you really were from the start, I never would have gone to Vivienne. When you think about it, this is all your fault. If you'd just trusted me, none of this would've happened!" He felt no shame for what he'd done. Instead, he blamed me. I actually laughed. The audacity was almost impressive. "Just come with me, and I'll forgive you for hiding the truth. We can go back to the way things were. How about it?" He reached for my wrist again — but another hand caught his first. Dorian appeared behind me, his face hard and cold. "Alaric. Long time no see. You're still as…" He paused, and each word that followed landed like a hammer. "…revolting as ever."

I asked quickly, my breathing quickening. “I….Yes, I believe so. I’m…” He said uneasily, "I'm not sure." “Damm it! Play it and see! There’s the VCR over there,” I said impatiently. He looked hesitant. “Thomas! You have to trust me! I am your wife! I would not betray you. We are in this together!” I half-shouted and half cajoled. Without another word, Thomas plugged in a tape and turned the VCR up. The images immediately came on the screen. It was all there in the tapes.

The woman giggled and picked up a tart. "Thank you for the information." Hua poured tea for both of them. "This is my treat." "Thank you, A-Hua." Jay bites into her tart, and they eat in silence for a bit before she starts talking again. "I'm not sure how telling you that he's a creep will help with the case, though." "Well..." Hua took a sip from her tea cup. "Would you be surprised if he's killed by a student who thinks he's a creep?"

"Baby girl, you will see your Jared in the afterlife. I am doing you a favor and you should thank me. Adios, baby girl," _____________________________________________________________________________ O_O This is tragic guys! Do you see this coming? Tell me in the comment what do you guys think of this chapter. don't forget to vote :) xoxo

Brenda furrowed her face in confusion, “What do you mean?” “A price for helping you cover up the dirt,” Thomas said, crossing his hands across his chest. Brenda scoffed in disbelief, “Are you serious right now? I see you have developed a fine sense of humor over the week.” she teased, ignoring Thomas. “Then I guess you will have to clean up alone,” Thomas threatened.