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“ Look, all I am saying is, I’d rather try to fix what can’t be fixed than watch you break.” Silence stretched, thick with everything we weren’t saying. Bonding over the fact that the same blood ran through our veins, even though it was not entirely the same. Almost like I had imagined it, the sound of deliberate footsteps broke the moment. The clacking sound of heels connecting with the marbled floor made my chest tighten aggressively. It felt like heels on stone. The smell of the familiar cold perfume drifted through the peaceful air, poisoning the once sweet smell with it’s venom. I didn’t exactly need to turn to know who it was.

Sheila, who fell on the floor when Clara pushed her into the clinic asked in a trembling tone, her body still shaking from fear as she peered into Clara’s eyes. Clara peered back at Sheila after her question and swallowed hard as it felt like she had a lump in her throat. She just saw Hamilton heading for the clinic as she was locking the windows and knew that he was coming after them. This may probably be their last night here, she thought and unconsciously knelt down beside Sheila, spreading her arms around her to give her a hug. Hamilton stopped abruptly as he caught sight of a man approaching the clinic from another direction. He is not one of his men, he could tell as he smelt different

"But... I appreciate that you said it." Bianca reached for the agreement. "Let's go through the rules." Together, they read every page. No romantic expectations. No physical intimacy unless necessary to maintain appearances. No interfering in each other's private lives and absolute honesty if either of them wanted to end the agreement early. Shared appearances whenever their families requested them. When they reached the final page, Ethan handed her a pen. She signed first. He signed beneath her name. The sound of the pen scratching across the paper seemed unusually loud. It was done.

I was pushing the shopping cart through the aisles when I turned a corner and nearly bumped into someone. "Sorry—" I looked up and froze. It was Preston. He was wearing a dark gray coat. He was a bit taller than he had been three years ago. He was leaner, too, which made his jawline look sharper. The second he saw me, he froze as well. We stood there staring at each other for several seconds. In the end, he broke the silence first. "Long time no see." "Yeah, long time no see." After the polite greeting came a prolonged silence.

The woman on the other end responded coldly, sounding somewhat annoyed. I gripped my phone, almost ready to cry. "Holly, did you see today's livestream?" After three years, I had finally seen hope. Holly scoffed. "Of course, I saw it. Louis, you abused your wife, your savior. Aren't you afraid of karma?" My heart skipped a beat, and I asked, "Didn't you watch tonight's livestream?" She answered impatiently, "Even with hidden cameras, we still respect privacy. It automatically cuts off after nine at night."

"I don't want anything from that room. Nothing." "Are you sure? Your belongings..." "Burn them. I don't care." I take the key card she slides across the counter. Our fingers brush, and I see pity flash across her face. I hate it. I hate that my humiliation is obvious, and that strangers can see the pathetic woman who got cheated on during her anniversary vacation. So sad! "Is there anything else we can do for you tonight?" "Make sure Bryan Hale doesn't know my room number." Her eyes widened slightly. She knows who he is then. Probably helped check us in, probably thought we were the perfect couple with our perfect suite and our perfect expensive romance package.

“I don’t know what you do. My point is that I don’t know you. For someone in my position, going to Paris with a man I hardly know will be a terrible mistake.” Tinashe smiled. “Are you seriously saying no?” “I didn’t expect you to really buy the tickets. I have been scammed by men before. One left me stranded at OR Tambo. I am sorry. You can still get a refund from the airlines. I am sorry.” “What would male you say, yes?” “Right now, nothing. I was stupid last night. I am the one who advocates for the public to be smart with strangers. I have to practice what I preach.”

I said. I typed in the account number Jason had given me and hit transfer. Jason’s phone pinged. He pulled it out and stared at the screen. His eyes went wide. "$33,600,000," he whispered. "We actually did it." "We did," I said, standing up and buttoning my tuxedo jacket. "The perfect crime." The announcement for our flight chimed over the speakers. "That’s us," Zane cheered, grabbing her bag. "Honeymoon time!"

spencer: everyone sends me weird messages. [mr.spencer: I spent an hour trying to find your face and reach the bottom where I left you, but I couldn't.] [mr.spencer: I had to look for sybil and let him do it for me.] [mr.spencer: he told me that i’m stupid before accepting my phone. he just click the box on the upper corner and found you] [mr.spencer: why are you not replying?] (You missed a call from mr.spencer)

I offer and Leo smiles liking the idea. We both stand near the prison gate and decide the target. “Umm I think his left nipple would be perfect. Tyler would enjoy the feeling after all he was going to force Sara.” Leo states and I nod. We both stand for some brief moments trying to concentrate on our target and then simultaneously throw the needles and a loud cry pierces the air as Tyler howls. “Ohh see, we both got it right.” I point at the needles sticking in the nipple while ignoring the painful howls.