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Then, in unison, every device came alive again. One word glowed across every surface, painted in molten gold letters that seemed to pulse with life: PRIDE. Alessandro stared at it, disbelief shadowing his face. “What does it mean?” Elena’s chest rose and fell, her eyes brimming with tears. Matteo’s voice slid through her veins like liquid light. It’s what they stole from me. And now, I’ll take it back.

“Oh, he’s definitely nice… but a little too conventional for my tastes.” First Javier… the Indian guy… and I remembered what he said about Bruce Lee… “Ohhhh… you have a thing for dark meat, huh?” “I am not dignifying that with a response.” Sebastian paused for a second. “We could watch something romantic… Pride And Prejudice with Kiera Knightly?” I love that movie. But I knew there was no way I could watch it and not think of me as Elizabeth and Connor as Mr. Darcy and keep from bawling my eyes out.

Edmund fried in anger. Daisy laughed sarcastically, “Huh appreciate you? Which part of you should I respect you? You have nothing and are unable to please me.” “Daisy! You are my wife!” Edmund insisted, but Daisy laughed again. “You’re my husband? What kind of husband? You have nothing to be proud of. You can’t provide for me. Can you see the clothes I’m wearing? This is a gift from Mr Peyton. This is the latest work by a renowned designer. What about you yourself? Can you give me this?” Damian, who couldn’t hold back his laughter, covered his lips and allowed Daisy to continue her sentence.

So, I positioned myself in front of Richard and Leona, trying to reason with him. "Rupert, these are Jaclyn's parents. Her mother is allergic to lobster. If Jaclyn finds out you tried to feed her parents lobster rolls, she won't let you get away with it." Rupert simply sneered. "Mr. Shaw, you don't actually think that just because you married Ms. Prescott, all your poor relatives automatically become her relatives too, do you?" Your two bumpkin parents actually dare to call themselves Ms. Prescott's parents? Where is your shame?"

Perhaps even more than the mind-blowing sēx we've been sharing. I crave him. I crave Hawkins Pride.