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He screamed and struggled, slamming himself against the golden barrier, trying to break through and kill me. "I didn't do it! I'm not a lunatic. It wasn't me! That wasn't me! Annabeth's lying to you all. She forged everything! She just doesn't want to give the money back. She's trying to distract you. She cheated on me. She's nothing but a slut who sleeps around every day!" The viewers hesitated to comment. After all, in Landon's memories, I had once appeared before him covered in red marks. My body went slack, and I collapsed to the floor. I couldn't even speak. It was then that the judge stepped down from the platform and effortlessly lifted me onto a chair.

Michael slowly nodded. "She witnessed everything." --- The video continued. Marcus pulled out a handgun. Tayla's stomach tightened. "No..." Victor stepped backward. Damian moved forward. Everyone shouted at once. Then... The screen suddenly filled with static. The recording stopped. "No!" Tayla hit the side of the projector. "It can't end here!" Michael examined the tape. "It was cut." "Who cut it?" "Someone who didn't want the ending seen." --- Before either of them could say another word...

that was three months ago now I'm just fighting to survive, working both online and manual jobs to meet up with my needs but thanks to skating I've been schooling through scholarships and sponsors now all that sacrifice and pain and years is about to be in vain because a Nepo baby decided to look like me. "Ariiiii "Clarisse yells my name from upstairs " come over here you gotta see this" she said waving her hands signaling me to hurry up. Clarisse typically my soulmate. she has been with me since we were 10 years old never left my side since then, her parents and my mom are friends. Clarisse is very intelligent she won gold medals in quizzes and academic marathons, sometimes I didn't know wh

Most people were resting in their offices, and my cries went unheard. Zoey, wincing from the damage my nails had done to her, slapped me as hard as she could. "God, you're a nuisance! Your nails are killing me! You did this to yourself." My arms were still on fire, but I refused to let the doors close. The trio's impatience was mounting. They slammed their feet onto my hands in an attempt to make me let it go. "You're impossibly stubborn!" Zoey grabbed her pen and uncapped it. Just when she was about to jab it right into my hand, a deep voice echoed from afar.

"You are trying to pull a woman out of a well she threw herself into—" ​Jasper did not finish his sentence before the glass goblet flew toward him, shattering into a thousand pieces as it slammed against the door. Scattered shards sliced across his cheek. ​He looked at Adrian calmly, watching the man who had been sent into a raging fury by his words. Adrian stood panting, his hair disheveled over his burning eyes: — "Do not forget your place, Jasper." ​Jasper stared back with intense calmness, a deep layer of disappointment hidden within his gaze:

Damn, she's really losing it Cross should get a restraining order This is what happens when girls get obsessed I close the app before I can read more. But the damage is done. Now everyone knows Jules waited for me, confronted me, screamed at me in public. Now everyone knows she's broken. And I'm the one who broke her. My wrapped hand throbs. I unwrap it carefully, examining the cuts in the dim light from my phone. They're not deep, just painful. Nothing compared to what I did to her. The thought keeps circling. No matter how I try to justify my choices—protecting my scholarship, maintaining team unity, giving her a chance to move on—it always comes back to the same truth.

It sets you free. She prayed she and Beau and her siblings and friends stayed happy and loving in their relationships. They had been through a lot together. They broke each other yes, but they fixed those cracks with gold and it was beautiful. There was wonder in destructionand they had each other to get through the rubble of brokenness. *BREAKING YOU* *ThE end*

“Now spill.” My hand flew to the bridge of my nose, pinching hard enough to leave a mark. Maybe if I focused on the pain, I could ignore her. “We didn’t break up,” I growled. “There was nothing to break up. It was... transactional.” Victoria’s grin widened. “Oh, transactional. Sounds fancy. What were you, His sugar baby?” I glared at her so hard I thought she might burst into flames. “It’s none of your business.”

There was no mistaking - they could only mean Gavin and Vivian. "Of course he's attentive—Mrs. Clarke's finally giving him an heir. The Alpha's assembled a whole team of specialists at her slightest discomfort." That sounded like a joke. Gavin treated Vivian like royalty while I remained the forgotten Luna, left to fend for myself. After two uneventful nights, the doctors finally let me go. When I walked out of the hospital gate, my first destination was the Pack Council to collect the Bondbreak Certification. This proof is a manifestation of the dissolution of our mate bond.

My living expenses for the next month were still an issue, and if I lost this part-time job, I'd be stuck eating plain bread for another month. Pushing the door open, I lowered my head and said apologetically, "I'm very sorry. This was my oversight." "Oh, spare me!" Alesha pouted. "The balloon arch was supposed to look perfect, but the ones at the very top are deflated. It looks terrible, and the pictures I took all turned out awful!" Mom immediately soothed her. "Alright, we'll have them redo it. We'll get them to replace all of them."