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Amanda made a monologue while shaking her head. *** "I've warned you, someday you will get karma of what you've done. So, why are you begging me again?" "Look, this is a price you get for what you did!" The man returned to sipping the green tea that the waiter had just served. *** A perfect couple is creating by two imperfect people who don't want to give up building a relationship. ~BebbyShin~

Two people who were strangers seeing each other clearly for the first time. I don't know what to do with that.

a perfect match made in hell. The both of them stood side by side, holding little Edward in their midst. A picture perfect family....What could possibly go wrong?. I smirked, unsure if it was just my twisted fantasies - but i felt that my goal for revenge just got more exciting. Nothing was more captivating than ruining their perfect reputation, the higher they climbed....the harder the fall. At the end, i'll be the one with the final laugh. My phone rang, an unfamiliar number displayed on the screen. I frowned, not expecting any random calls as i wasn't the type to give out my contact details to strangers. But i still picked the call anyways.

The hem stopped at my upper thigh, leaving my legs exposed. This was the kind of robe that left little to the imagination. The fresh scent of his cologne lingered in the air as he came to sit with me. His scent mingling with the faint lavender from my own bath. "What movie are you picking?" Damien asked as he took a seat beside me, running a hand through his damp hair. "Perfect Strangers,” I replied. Damien lifted an eyebrow. "What is it about?” "It’s about seven friends who decide to share every call, message, and notification they get during a dinner party. Of course, secrets unravel and chaos follows."

"Not very sexy, I guess." His brow furrowed, then he shook his head and reached for her. He pulled her down beside him, propping his weight on his elbows beside her shoulder. "No, they're perfect." With an almost reverent touch, he brushed the hair from her forehead. "You're perfect. But I—" Again he frowned, seemingly unwilling to meet her eyes. She said nothing but waited for him to finish with his thought. "Other than last night, I haven't...been with a woman since Ginger."

Pari was dressed in a short silver sequin dress flowing above her knees with matching high heels. The boys were having their drinks whereas the girls decided to hit the dance floor. After dancing for ten-fifteen minutes, Pari excused herself to washroom. She went in and after washing her face and spraying a bit of perfume, she dried her hands and opened the washroom door but stopped dead in her track when she saw two strangers learing at her. Stranger 1 : Hey sexy! Wanna do some private dancing with us?? Pari looked around and when she saw no one, fear crept in her stomach thinking about what can go wrong. She ignored them both and tried to move but the second stranger stood in her way block

The Stranger For one terrifying second— nobody moved. God. Not Adrian. Fair. Not Elena. Reasonable. Not Lily. God. Because Peanut was standing beside a stranger. Fair. A complete stranger. Reasonable honestly. And she looked happy. God. Perfectly happy. Fair. Which somehow made everything worse. Reasonable. Then Adrian crossed the distance. God. Immediately. Fair. Not running. Reasonable. Not walking. God. Something in between. Fair. The speed of a father who had spent the last fifteen minutes imagining every nightmare possible.

Nobody relaxed either. The stranger stopped beside Lucas. The two men stared at each other. No greeting. No warmth. Just history. A lot of history. Finally the newcomer spoke. "You disappeared." Lucas shrugged. "I needed time." "You've had over twenty years." Lucas smiled faintly. "I needed more." The stranger looked unimpressed. Then turned toward Grayson. Everything changed. Savannah felt it immediately. Recognition. Shock. Wonder. Like seeing a ghost. The stranger whispered something in a language nobody understood.

It was a number with no name, no profile picture. I typed a quick message: The fish is on the hook. Prepare the net. Message sent. A few seconds later, a reply came back. One word: Roger. I scrubbed the chat history and went back to playing my part. Matteo and Bianca were still deep in discussion about the experiment. They never even noticed.