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she replied. "Done," I replied kissing her forehead and she drifted off to sleep. Thank you so much God for blessing me with this beautiful girl. I don't know when my mysterious wife became my life. She is still mysterious to me I feel like that. Am I feeling right or wrong?............... THE END. This is final end of Aaron's and Shraddha's journey. Good bye 👋.

the walls, the questions, the breaking. Tonight, she would learn the truth. Tonight, he would show her who he really was. And tomorrow? If Beauty succeeded in her plan, he might never have that chance. *** Atop the marble balcony of her private suite, Beauty sipped aged cognac from a diamond-cut glass. Below, Dubai glittered like a jewel in the palm of a tyrant. “Two more days,” she murmured, licking her lips slowly. She turned as Eric entered, his shirt half-buttoned, a Cuban cigar between his fingers, his face carved with subtle disdain. “You really want to go through with this?”

She took a deep breath and said to herself in the mirror, "To find the truth, I must get close to him, marry him. Only then can I know if he is the one who killed my father. Whatever the result, I am prepared. Because for me, the most important thing is not whether I am happy, whether I get married, or who I marry - the most important thing is to find the truth about my father's death, and for this goal, I can give everything! Just getting married, don't be afraid! You are already getting closer step by step to the truth, what's there to fear!" Lily knocked on the door and asked, she noticed something was abnormal with Bianca, and thought that Bianca was just nervous. Bianca stepped out of t

I don't know how to respond to her - I'm feeling confused. "It's okay. You don't have to give your answer straight away. You have to think of it thoroughly. . . We only love and be truly loved by someone once in our lifetime, Beauty. They only pass through our lives once," she smiled. "You are torn between a good career and one true love. But you know the difference between your love story and the rest of the girls?" her eyes beamed. "Drew Mondragon has it all. Everyone looks up to him. He's on the top of the world, Beauty. Up here." She gestured her hand above her head, and my chin lifted to look at it.

Because that's what true love is all about. The End!

Christabel will be praised and the bonds between Daniel and Christabel will grow and grow shaping into happily ever after and then. "No," Monica whispered as those thoughts galloped through her brain. "That is not possible. It will never happen." "But what will I do? This must not leak out." She cried. wiping the tears with her palm immediately they came in contact with her cheeks. Monica entered the room and met the doctor, Daniel stepmom, Precious boyfriend, David in the room, the doctor was explaining the test results to them. Joshua, Precious boyfriend was crying. Monica swallowed her spits excessively and then took a step forward.

And Brielle knew, with a quiet certainty she’d earned the hard way, that this was the truest kind of happy ending. Not perfect. But real. And lasting.

“We won, Zara. We actually won.” And they had. Because the real victory wasn’t revenge. It was love. It was truth. It was building a life no one else could burn down. — The Real End —

Did you ever think that someone might be admiring you and hence do all she can, to push Sophia out of your life and then walk in? One day the truth will eventually prevail. You'll know who truly is innocent and who's a villain. That day, your tears would flow and your heart would shatter onto several shreds. Those who betrayed true love, don't always have pleasant stories to tell for the rest of their lives” She concluded and walked away.

On our first wedding anniversary, my husband's childhood friend, Sophia York, is busy policing what I eat. "This one's too spicy. You can't have it." "This one won't do. It's far too greasy." "This one is deep-fried, too. You can't eat it." She smacks my fork away before taking my glass of orange juice away from me too. Once she's done, all that's left in front of me is a bowl of plain pasta. There are 12 dishes on the table, but plain pasta is the only thing I'm allowed to eat. Looking at me sympathetically, my husband, Ivan Jefferson, picks up a piece of beef that's been rinsed with water and places it on my plate. "Listen to Sophia, okay? She's a nutritionist. Once you recover fr