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I don’t know what he is talking about, but I can see it something terrible. "I wasn't even the whisper in your thoughts, yet you were the screaming in my mind," his voice was heavy, and I tried to find some emotions into those sockets. "Don't even think that I'll be that fool again who loved a hag-like you. Because now I don't love you......I hate you" he said so sternly, and a tear escaped my eye because of his tight hold on my hand. "I hate you so much that neither words can witness, nor you can guess" he was stubborn as he stared back into my eyes with so much hate.

"That truly is none of your business." My head ached and my heart twisted. I tipped my chin. "Don't come crawling to me afterwards. Ever." "I think you're the one who did the crawling, dorogoy." Geoff: Hate me. Loathe me. Despise me. I keep saying that to her in my head, but I can't stand it when she tells me that she hates me. And with those college letters....it is better if she hates me. It's better if she stares at me with hate rather than with love. It's better that way before my need for her chokes me.

"Then paying the hospital bill would've been enough. Why'd you donate your blood? You're already Rh-negative. It's going to take forever for you to recover." "If I didn't donate blood, how else would that woman die?" Estel smirked slyly. "I found out Nina is allergic to mangoes. I ate several of them before donating the blood. She's as good as dead." The three of them quickly began fantasizing about Estel's life after marrying into wealth. I stepped forward at the perfect moment and pointed at Estel in disbelief. "How could you do something like this?" The moment they saw me, all three fell silent. I grabbed Estel's hand and pretended to pull her toward the door. "There's still time for you

she whispered, every word dripping with teasing intent. Malik watched them, a quiet observer, as the subtle tension between desire and jealousy wrapped around all three of them. Imani’s pulse raced—not just from Zariah’s teasing, but from the way Malik’s steady presence, quiet intensity, and restrained fire amplified every sensation. The space between them was electric, charged with anticipation, desire, and intimacy, and she knew—tonight, everything would stretch further.

"Cara. I know. I'm sorry. I'm here putting my life in your hands now to atone for all the stupid shit I did. This whole thing, it's because I never stopped loving you, even when I lost control and did all those shitty things. I've been fighting for you, but I get it, I lost. Now I'm here, begging for my life. Please, Cara—" "I hate you," I say and the word feel like throw-up heaving from my throat. Acid, bile, hate. "I despise youso much. And you are so much worse than I ever imagined, if you're stupid enough to come here and begme, of all people, for mercy." I glare at him with absolute blackness in my heart. "I have no mercy for you. There is no mercy in this world for you, Christopher. I

My own twisted cravings eclipsed any sense of reason or morality. "Too bad, you worthless piece of shit, you couldn't do a goddamn thing to save your sorry excuse for a family and friends after I spelled out my plans for them to you," I spat, my voice laced with venomous delight. "You'll soon hear the sweet symphony of their screams, echoing through these godforsaken cells. The cries of your brothers, your men... It's over, Santino, and you're gonna watch every fucking second of it."

"You're cruel... twisted..." "Cruel?" He withdrew his fingers, bringing them to my lips, forcing me to taste us. "Taste your sin, Clara. That's the flavor of your guilt—sweet and filthy." I licked instinctively, the salty tang making my core clench emptily. He growled in approval, positioning himself at my entrance, the broad head of his cock nudging against my folds. "Twisted? Yes. But you love it. Your pussy's clenching just thinking about me slamming into you." With a single, brutal thrust, he sheathed himself fully, the stretch burning anew, making me cry out in a blend of agony and ecstasy.

He put the suitcase in the trunk. “I said to have fun. Not this.” Hailey said with wide eyes. Penelope didn’t know what to say she only shook her head lightly. “I like this guy.” She smiled at him and then suddenly changed her expressions and looked at Penelope. “If he does anything you just give me a call and I’ll come and whack his ass.” “I’m right here.” Damen put his hand on his sides. “I know, sweetie.” She gave him a toothy smile. Take care you two.” Hailey gave him her phone number. “Text me when you reach.” He nodded and drove towards his home. ***

She went to her mother's ward and hugged her. “Why? Why do they hate me so much?” Lauren Sob. “They have too much money and helping me won't cost them anything, but they won't do it” Lauren mumbled. “They always treat us like trash and will never consider us as part of the family. They just hate us,” Lauren said. “I can't wait for you to be well, mum, so i can leave that house” She raised her head and stared at her mum whose eyes were closed. Lauren sighed and held her mother's hand.

Our gazes locked, and he tipped an imaginary hat in mock salute. Damn him. If Henry thought he could use this against me, he was already signing his own death warrant. Because Eric Wilson was mine now. And I would burn the world before I let anyone take him away. I reminded myself- I am Veronica. I do not get caught. And if Henry thinks he has something on me, he’ll regret it.