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He then received another call, “Good morning sir. I have been able to make enquiries on one of the best properties in the city. The Rose Villa is best home for you. It’s only worth two hundred and fifty million. I need your consent to proceed with the purchase. I have sent you photos to confirm if it is to your liking.” It was his butler. “Just buy it. I don’t care about the price. You know my taste so decorate it accordingly. I need it to be perfect.” Zack hang up immediately and continued with his work. News of the purchase spread rapidly throughout the city. No one in the entire country was willing to purchase the mansion but an unknown party had purchased it entirely in cash. Though the

"That rode, they say, is haunted. You might see ghost there. Aren't you afraid?" What a dumb topic.But having a topic is better than having nothing at all! He looked at me with serious face. He's intimidating! I can't stand his stares so I just faced ahead. Then something caught my eye. In his streering wheel there is 'Villamorannas' attached. It's like a sticker. Does he work in that company? "A-Ahem, d-do you work for Villamorannas Company?" He looked at me with still serious eyes. Won't he stop?

Van feels a strong desire to find a mallet and smash their heads. “Let’s ask them if they saw Kirsten here,” Cara whispered and Van nods. Van turns to the statue on the left. “Err, excuse me, do you…” “What?” The statue on the right suddenly responded. “I’m talking to him, not to you,” Van said as he points to the left statue. “I thought you just called me,” the statue on the right replied stubbornly. “Anything wrong,” the statue on the left suddenly reacted. Van scratches his head, “yes actually, I’m about to ask…”

It was nice and hurting at the same thing, "Still, you should have told me." She shakes her head, "I didn't want your money. I needed to do it on my own, okay?" How are we supposed to get someone on our side when she wouldn't even be interested in our looks or money? "Okay." Vanilla nods, turning to Cream, her mouth slightly open before someone walks beside her and presents a card, "Oh, V? This is for you." It looked like an envelope. A pink, glittery envelope, which isn't a boy, couldn't be from a boy, and it's obviously not an Aerian female. "From who?"

I growl in her direction, but she remains unmoved. Vanessa waltzes around my desk, running her finger along the edge until she is standing right next to me. “You know, Bussie,” she says, and I roll my eyes at the nickname she gave to me when we were children. “I saw something very interesting at the dress shop a few days ago.” “What was that,” I growl irritably. “Your mate,” Vanessa says with a sneer spread across her lips. “Did you know that she has witchcraft tattooed up and down her arms?” Vanessa’s eyes are wide as she feigns innocence.

*BE MY NAKED LOVE* *THE END* *CHAPTER 42* "I am sorry for all I caused you",he said to Vanessa. "It is really fine. It was not your fault you got nabbed by her",Vanessa said to him. Vivian did not open up to her yet. She was still very scared of how Vanessa might respond and react. Vanessa ended up paying with bitcoins - a digital crypto currency. Danica made her pay fifty five thousand dollars more, but Vanessa did not mind. The only hurtful thing here is that Roberts actually planned it with Danica.

I just stood there, in the secluded road, all alone as the autumn breeze caressed me gently, reaching deep into my soul. I felt like a diaspora, standing there in the strange, dark valley. Suddenly, all the colours that was in the background and melted together in a bland combination. Everything swirled as I stood there, trembling. Something bad was going to happen, I knew it. The colours that melted together, suddenly, started separating, creating a vague form of shades. Red. Black. Brown. Scarlett. It was like witnessing a mighty artwork unfold in front of me. Shades of red, brown and black diademed the canvas, yet not getting mixed together, as if they harboured misogyny.

That was so not necessary and not true, for that matter. He lays a hand over his heart and leans over my desk. I could smell his familiar cologne as he hovers in front of me. "Ouch-" He whispers, "you're breaking my heart, Bella." He furrows his eyebrows and pouts at me. The glint in his eyes tell me just how amusing he thinks this is. "What's there to break?" I wink at him innocently and bite my lip to hide my grin. The tension seemed to break as we both joked around. Luckily for me, my earlier response did not bother him at all.

She crossed to the window, phone still in hand, and tapped the link he sent. The headline sat in bold serif font across the top of the screen: **“Cortez Unveils VantaCore Capsule – A Return to Hybrid Elegance”** *ModePulse Paris | Exclusive First Look* Beneath the title, a clean photo: a runway mockup draped in silver-red silk, the same structural line she’d sketched over a year ago in her private portfolio. The caption read: *“Inspired by Italian minimalist couture, VantaCore bridges the gap between function and form. Santiago Cortez’s new capsule is rumoured to be the culmination of three years of silent development in Tuscany’s private textile labs.”*

No room for delay. We moved out immediately, engines growling like wolves on a scent. We found the van 20 minutes later—abandoned behind a warehouse near the docks. The back doors hung open. The scent of chloroform still clung faintly in the air. But she wasn’t there. Only a message. Written on the inside wall of the van in lipstick. “Let’s see how brave you are, Damien Voss.” I recognized the shade. Her lips had been painted in it. Blood red.