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One day, I was studying in the library when he stormed in, walked right up to me in front of everyone, and dropped to his knees. "Nathan! Please! Help me out!" Everyone turned and stared. I looked down at him. He'd lost a ton of weight, his eyes were sunken in—nothing like the polished guy he used to be. "I'm begging you! Get your parents to take me in—I've got nowhere else to go!" "My parents?" I stared at him. "Aren't they your parents?" His face froze for a second. "Didn't you say my mom scraped together fourteen thousand three hundred dollars for you? Where's the money?"

Exactly. Vesta pursed her lips, taken aback by Charlene's ingenuity. It dawned on her that the situation was significantly more complicated than she had anticipated. "So, what can we do about this?" she inquired after giving it some thought. "I might not be able to fix this," Thorne said candidly. I can't touch Stewart, and PrimeStar has government support. "How about making contact with the Ross family?

Max's P.OV ‘In my mind, it feels I'm constantly running. Like today. It never stops. I know it seems meaningless to wonder now, but I’m sure things could have been different if he was around. I forgave a long time ago. I didn’t want to hold on to hate, that might end up poisoning me. The way my mother treats me, how my father left, the residue left by their treatments, they were my scar, and reminder of how lonely my life is’

Marino always had the power to break him down, always. "I honestly do not understand why Lizzy has to stay a Hero while I stay a villain in this story. I don't get why she gets to die and be remembered with good grace while I lay here struggling to even hold a pen so badly that my son Luka has to write for me. I tried, I have really honestly tried to be in your life but you're stubborn like your mother. I am angry, I'm heated because you refuse to visit me in hospital knowing how bad my condition is. You probably won't attend the funeral either but I know one day you will need this healing and I'm the only person who ought to give it to you." -

"That. Or you just let him walk all over you." "Walk all over me?" "I mean look at yourself, you look utterly restless. Like, you just got run over by a truck kind of restless. If he doesn't have an evening replacement, that's his problem, not yours." "Well, he did pay me double for that shift. Also, he let me have all of the huge tip we got today." I yawned again. I felt like I could pass out any moment now and the fact that I hadn't eaten anything today really wasn't helping.

Gabriel mutters a good morning to exactly no one but he avoids my gaze as he strolls to the fridge. "Your eggs are burning. “Gabriel says casually. "Shit!" I realize now that I remained glued in my position the whole time. I immediately rush to remove the frying pan where my finger accidentally touches the burning steel. "Fuck!" I curse painfully. I switch off the stove returning my attention to my burnt finger. Immediately Gabriel rushes to me and gets my hand. He inspects the burn but right now as his hand touches mine, my mind is far away from the pain but it is concentrating on the person in front of me.

"So you're going to leave me to starve?" . . . . . . . Thanks for reading ❤️‼️ Hope you enjoyed the chapter ❤️‼️

I'll be nineteen soon, I can't continue acting like a baby. "Are you kidding me? Everybody loves you already!" She smiles wildly. The clouds in my heart are now a rainbow. "Really!?" "Yes, Nala. You've changed a lot of things. You are bringing back Christmas and someone finally stands up to Kimberly" I guess they like me then. I smile. "Thanks, Viv" I hug her tightly. "Let's eat," Viv says standing up. "I wanted to get food for everybody before Kim came along" I roll my eyes at the memory, making Viv smile.

With both men walking behind me, offering silent support, I made my way back to the living room, unsure of what the rest of the night would hold. I made my way back to the living room, feeling somewhat unsteady on my feet, both men hovered protectively behind me, their presence offering a sense of security in my vulnerable state. Suddenly, I found myself being pulled into Hunter's lap, much to my dismay. Despite my feeble protests, he proceeded to spoon-feed me once again, his actions both comforting and unnerving. Hungry and weary, I lacked the strength to resist their caring gestures, even as my head throbbed with a dull ache.

Her eyes swam with tears, causing the spring countryside to smear in her vision like an impressionist painting. “I’m sorry, mummy,” Calleigh whispered, placing her hand on her mother’s gravestone. “I couldn’t destroy him like I thought. I didn’t have the strength.” Calleigh knelt, brushing earth off the gray marble angel before placing half the daisies on her grave. “I’m going to have his baby any day now. And I forced him to promise to stay away from us. This was my only punishment for Gabriel De León, the man who destroyed our lives… our happy family.”