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I faintly whispered, then trembled as I looked at the blood I had lost. Crying, I gathered those in front of me even though I'm weak; I'm like a madman bathing in the blood and flesh of my baby. Begging it is not too late. Wishing it was just a nightmare "My baby..." Some time passed, and no help came. No one came back. I just emotionlessly leaned against the door while hugging my own robe full of dried blood that I lost. I looked at myself again and then stared into nothingness. I clenched my palms while still hugging my robe tightly. "I will make sure you all kneel before me..."

"You need fifty thousand dollars?" Anthony stared at Faith with surprise. He knew Faith always had money problems, but fifty thousand dollars was a bit much. "Y...yes. This is kind of an emergency, and I'm willing to sleep with you again if that's what you want. But I really need your help," Faith said quietly. She didn't know how she managed to stay calm this whole time. She felt humiliated begging her boss for money and offering herself to him after boldly rejecting his advances.

His silence was taken as agreement, and the public quickly bought into their so-called “love story.” After reading them, I felt nothing but exhaustion. Claire’s intentions were obvious. She was paving the way for herself, trying to claim the position of “Mrs. Tennant.” It was also her way of flaunting and provoking me. However, what I couldn’t understand was why these things were still coming to me, even after I had left. I didn’t want to care about it anymore. I didn’t like being bothered with this nonsense, and I certainly wasn’t going to let it affect my life.

I want to protect myself from him, from the rain of supposed questions he's asking! I feel him approaching with soft steps. No, no, I don't want him to touch me. Getting too close is too dangerous! -"Don't touch me, please" I beg involuntarily, before I can think, the words jump out. His touch completely disarms me, I don't want to be seduced by Mr. Too-Good-At-Sex. -"So it's me? Are you mad at me?" He asks incredulously. What's wrong? Did he sanctify himself in some religion?

The Calling Chapter 1 I am walking down the cliffy road, it’s dark out with only the street lamp to illuminate my path. I am slightly cold and very irritated at my current situation. I had gotten to my car only to discover the battery dead. Obviously the car would not start, could not even unlock the bloody door via car remote.

I ran barefoot to the main road to scream for help until a passing car stopped. But when I got back, shivering and half-dead, Jennifer was there. She was kneeling on the grass, holding his hand. She cried pretty tears as he woke up, flawlessly stealing my rescue. I stared into his eyes now, begging him to see the truth. I needed him to know I wasn't just a business deal. I was the woman who bled for him. Instead, Ellis let out a dark, mocking laugh. He let go of my other wrist and stepped back. He looked at me like I was a piece of garbage on his shoe.

The year Chelsea Shelton, a Hawthorne Bay heiress, hated me more than ever, she brought home one guy after another. And after she was done with them, she made me pay them off. I'd cursed, fought, even landed in the hospital after throwing hands with escorts. Eventually, I stopped caring and signed one million-dollar check after another. All so she'd keep paying Dad's medical bills. Then Dad went into cardiac arrest again. He was critical. Hands shaking, I called Chelsea. She told the hospital to kick him out of the ICU. "Rowyn Reynaud, that's not how you beg. I don't like it." I tore home through the rain and begged her to let him stay. She made me stand outside all night and liste

] Each line of their messages went far beyond what should exist between professor and student, leaving my heart in tatters. I lost control and hurled my phone away. I threw out our wedding photo and the bond ring he once kissed with such devotion. I threw away so many things filled with our memories. In the end, I sat alone in the wreckage, laughing and crying. Perhaps I really was a sinner. Perhaps I did ruin a genius like Rin. Would it not have been better if I had just let them be together from the start? Tears blurred my eyes until dawn. Finally, I placed the order for the magic scroll.

The screen lit up. A message popped up from a familiar number, and his blood ran cold as he read the text, "Adele, Elias loves me the most. Did you really think selling the ‘Adele’ necklace would make him come back to you? You know what? We were just tangled up on that bed earlier today!"