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Adelle said "I don't know how long it will be but when we are done with all this, I will make sure our wedding is the talk of town. So I'll have to ask you to wait once more, I know its unfair since you have been waiting your whole life, but just one more time please" Wade said "If I could wait for you for 14 whole years and actually survived it, what's a few months that I couldn't possibly survive? I'll wait for you." Adelle said

The waiting is the continuation of the building. ---

And waits. The debt can wait. The fight can wait. Everything can wait. For four years and nine months. Then the real story begins. END OF PART ONE

Camila smiled faintly this time, and the expression looked more honest than any smile she had worn before. “I don’t know yet. Somewhere this city can’t follow me.” I stood up quickly. “Camila—” “Don’t miss the game tomorrow,” she interrupted softly. “He waited thirteen years for that seat to be filled.” She turned as if to leave, then stopped once more. “And Clara?” “Yes?” “When he looks at you tomorrow, don’t look away.” Her smile trembled slightly. “I saw what it did to him every time you did.” Then she walked away.

Some mornings still hurt. Some nights she still wondered whether Noah thought about her. But the pain no longer controlled every part of her life. Her phone buzzed. A news notification appeared across the screen. Volkov-Laurent Wedding Plans Expected to Be Announced Soon. She stared at the headline for several seconds before locking the phone. No tears came. No panic. Only a quiet ache that reminded her some wounds simply needed more time. Tessa noticed. “You okay?” Ava smiled softly. “I will be.”

Lane left because she found out and got heartbroken? Someone even deliberately tagged me again. I stared at it, confused, and typed a question mark: [Was there such a thing? I honestly didn’t know about it.] Then, they started sending me videos.

She waited. The whole process of waiting felt bad. It was just like the feeling before she got a divorce. The suspense, uncertainty and worry were suffocating. Time passed by, one second after another. Finally, Bellamy's call came and Waverly answered it immediately. "How much longer do you need to reach A Country? I'll pick you up," he said in a low voice. "About an hour." She replied, "Did something happen? I called, but you didn't pick up."

"Redo the invitations. Pick out new gowns." "If she thinks I'm not showing her enough respect, then I'll throw her one grand enough to settle it." The man hesitated, then said quietly, "But that date next week may have to change." Julian's hand stilled. "Why?" "The Vaughn heir is holding his wedding that day." "A few of the neutral families have already sent word that they've agreed to attend the Vaughn event." The study went quiet for a moment. Julian's face darkened a shade.

Two Requests? After New Year’s Eve, Helen went back to washing dishes in the back of her pub for the month of January and tried not to think about what she could be missing working as an escort. After all, not every date had been like the last one with Mark Lewis. Yup! She didn’t think about what Mark’s kiss had been like or how he held her while they danced. She didn’t think about his eyes or the way his hair fell into them. Nope! Not one bit!

It was a bit tricky getting it shipped overnight to Washington so he could fly in, but it was worth it. When his mate died, Landon buried himself into any motor he could find. He had enjoyed working on them before her passing, but when the tragic event left him crippled, he could find solace doing nothing else. So, he always brought it with him. Landon followed the GPS and noted it should only take fifteen minutes to meet the girl Vincent called Brooklyn. If Vincent wasn’t willing to waste thirty minutes of his time for his fiance, he was wondering what kind of a connection they actually had.