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They would roast him easily and it was too early for him to die. Aaron chuckled at Arthur's reply and shook his head. He nonchalantly swished his hand as if to dismiss what Arthur has just claimed. With an albeit insincere apologetic smile, he elaborated, "Victor is short for Victory. I may have shortened her name to Victor so that you'd agree to her using your room." His lips curved into a wide grin, exposing his pearly white teeth to his brother.

She is in the grave, unable to watch her child grow. Ramon Fridling was the only thing in her mind, Violet was hell bent on killing him, it was another mission of hers, to kill Ramon Fridling because he was the reason why Scarlet died. If Scarlet didn’t marry him, she was going to be alive today, but she isn’t.

She was not going to forget the shame and humiliation that she had gone through and she was going to take her revenge, the cost regardless. Bernice tried calling Storm but his phone didn't go through. "The fool has the guts to block me," she thought. Next, she called her underlings. Even though she had been banished, she still had people who could help her get revenge. ***** Vinca had a splitting headache. It came all of a sudden and the pain was so intense that she had to curl up on the floor. Leo was passing by her office when he saw her lying down. Shouting for Frost, he rushed to her side as Frost stormed into the office.

In reality, he was fearful of uncertainty and lack of control. Every single move that Violet made reminded him and he could no longer avoid it. It was truth. She was the truth. She lifted her legs that tightly clung to her skin, showing off her curves. She stood on her tiptoes, revealing her scars. Then her movement turned a bit aggressive as the wind blew harshly against her hair. Her magnetic hands made it seem like she was fighting to be free from the wind's move and then, she stumbled back but caught herself mid fall. Slowly, she went back up and twirled around the flowers in the garden.

Control, C. Control V. That has been my life for about 10 years. Copying and pasting the works of great men and women. Call me scum, loser, or even fraud. It doesn't matter to me. Why try to compete with genius when it's staring at you in the face. Don't you care about getting caught? What about plagiarism laws?