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Chapter 21 * Marvy's Pov * I groaned lazily as I stretched my arms, trying to fight back sleeping. I jumped up immediately I remembered I would be having a test soon. Oh gawd, I'm dead. I didn't read a thing. I rushed to my bag pack that was lying helplessly on the floor. I brought out my books hurriedly and tried cramming as much stuffs I can into my head. ***

WARNING: This story contains explicit scenes/mature content. "Five years ago, you threw me into a warzone to rot. Today, you all will kneel before me." Robin Sinclair was the family scapegoat—starved in cold attics, banned from showing her genius, and forced to take the fall for her golden-child sister’s fatal crime. Her reward? Betrayal by her fiancé, abandonment by her parents, and exile to the lawless borderlands to die in the shadows. They thought the gutter swallowed her whole. They were dead wrong. Five years later, Robin returns to Capital City. She is no longer the timid girl they broke. She is a lethal combat master, a legendary hacker who controls global intelligence, a

Marretje adds when she sees me stare longer than necessary at the books; little does she know that I have less interest in reading. I have my hands on the drawing in no time, my fingers neatly trailing the stained, softened edges of the paper. Something about the rough sketch etches a feeling of familiarity with it, but I am not certain if Katelyn once showed it to me. Without warning, my head pulls back and my hands freeze, a bright white light flashing in front of my eyes before I could blink twice. My neck seems to snap from the force that is. I am lost—somewhere in a cold acre full of ice and snow, so much snow that I struggle to keep my legs steady.

*begging "I will change, No! I will consider this as long as you save me. Did you give me a machine that will help me, right? Did you? So, please... let it appear! sob..huhu... I'm gonna die! I will do anything. Please... I will marry all the woman here in this world! If not I will make them Pregnant! So, please... If not I will not make a mess again! I will be a good person for now. I will make you an altar made of gold! Yes, a gold!" Yet he was falling again!

“Beg me to take you. Beg me to make you come.” And I, Jessamine Hunter, betrayed myself. I begged him like I would die if he didn’t fuck me. Goddess, I begged and I mewled. I moaned and I cried. Whore? That word doesn’t even hurt anymore because that night, I was his dirty little slut.

“Huh?” “I’m speaking about that bullshit of a jerk! Aiden Harrison. Can you believe that guy came to my apartment and begged me on his knees to tell him your address? He told me he was in the Central City for a long time and even got a job at your company just to prove his sincerity, but you had him fired. Then he brought his grandmother to beg you and you sent her back home. Now the idiot is home, hoping I will help him coax you back into his blasted life.” Aiden… again.

I said, and my voice was steady even though my hands were shaking. "Then why are you not begging?" He folded his arms. I looked at him, the monster, the king, the man who could kill me with one hand, and I thought about all the times I had begged in my life, begged my father to stop, begged my stepmother to be kind, begged the guards to loosen the chains, and none of it had ever worked, because begging did not change anything, begging only made them want to hurt me more. "Because begging never helped before," I said.

EVE The act of begging shows little to no mercy. It is based on everything fear, agony, and hopelessness as those who find themselves in such a desperate position are hanging onto a complacent feeling for dear life. In some cases, it works. Whether you're figuratively or physically on your knees, asking another person to complete your partially selfish favors might just work out the way you need it to. The person you're asking might play along because they enjoy being begged. It makes them

"I've been searching for you these three years." "Isabella was dealt with long ago. She'll never come back to disturb us again." Dealt with? I sneered coldly. Did he think killing Isabella would solve everything? Did he think I would forgive him that way? I just looked at him coldly, saying nothing. Letting him feel despair in the silence. "What do I have to do for you to forgive me?" Alexander was in tears. The once invincible mafia Don now had no dignity left. Kneeling on the flower shop floor, begging for my forgiveness.

One by one, they yawned, glaring at the director with expressions full of annoyance. Director: “Why are you all looking at me like that?” “Director, why didn’t you tell us we had to wake up early today? I thought today was another free day!” “Exactly! I was doing part-time work last night, helping the street food stall owner with accounts, worked until past 1 a.m.!” “I was reading a novel until past 2 a.m.!” “Where did you even get a novel?” “Rented it. There’s a small bookstore nearby, 5 yuan to get a card. You can borrow one book at a time as long as you return it next time.”