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He groan, as his facial expression turned cold immediately, “I'm the only one that has the right to speak bad about you, not even you have that right, okay?” Shit, why is he not getting my point, must I spill the teeth before he understands, “Fine, I can't even argue with you” I groaned at him and stood up as I began to make my way towards my closet to pick a nightie, I got to my closet and opened it, shit, imagine having a closet i open with a remote, it's my first time in life living this type of luxurious life and sometimes I look at myself and cannot even understand anything because I know that I'm not worth any of this, so please can it just stop, I don't want to wake up one day and rea

he was saying when he noticed the frown on my face and realized he had spoken too much. The simplicity of my room yet still elegant had me smiling brightly. I studied every nook and cranny of the room when Charles left to give me some privacy. "Hmm.. maybe I should just enjoy this new lifestyle while it lasts" I reasoned with myself. When I got to the large closet in the room,I was met by another surprise. It was stuffed with varieties of clothings,from casual wears to night wears,party dresses and limited edition of hand bags. I could smell the scent of money. Right next to the closet was a mini shoe rack. Different brands that I could only dream of having was now fully displayed in front o

I moved straight to my closet , stripped off my garments , changed into my shower robe , as I went under the shower to have a cold bath, I was going to grab a drink at the bar close to my house , i had never gone there except our freshman year,when we went for our departmental welcome party, I guess I needed somewhere to clear my head , I couldn't think of anywhere else, I wore my short peach gown and a black turtleneck top , I locked my door and headed straight to

I was exhausted, so I thought a shower would be the best idea. So I walked into the bathroom and took a shower to get relaxed. I wrapped myself in a bathrobe and walk out after finishing the shower. There was a walking closet next to the bathroom. As I didn’t bring something, I thought of wearing something from there. The closet was filled with branded clothes and was according to my size. I would have thought these belongs to the former Luna of this pack. But every cloth was new, and nobody has even removed the price tag.

I go to my closet to find some clothes to put on. I need to go be with my mother and try to make sense of everything. Opening the door, I find a clothing bag with my name on it that wasn’t there yesterday, so I unzip it and gasp. Inside is a beautiful white dress. It’s not quite a wedding dress but it’s far from simple, with a beaded bodice and a thigh-length skirt with a sheer overlay that opens in the front. Even I can’t deny its beauty, but it doesn’t change my mind about why it is now hanging in my closet. In fact, I don’t even read the note that is pinned to the bag. I reach around it and grab a shirt from the hanger and then leave the closet and go to my dresser for a pair of jeans.

"So..., what's the plan?" "Oh, that." I walk to the closet and open it wide for her to see the clothes I have inside. I almost cringe at myself for how lame my clothes are. I have nothing more than sweatshirts, hoodies and baggy pants. I don't even have a dress for fuck's sake!

My scent on his bed was embarrassing enough. I softly closed the bathroom doors behind me as I turned to the other set. I pried open the pair; I was assuming it was his closest. I was right, thank Goddess. As I stepped into the closet, a tidal wave of leather and cardamom crashed into me. I sighed happily as I skimmed my fingers across his clothes as I walked through the walk-in closet. Half of the closet was stark empty; I assumed that it was meant for me. After a few minutes, I stole a soft blue tee shirt and proceeded to sneak back to my room.

I demanded. She mumbled something under her breath before practically skipping over to my walk in closet. Half the clothes contained in that closet weren't even mine. Macy was a shopaholic and when ever she bought something new she stored it in my closet before finding an appropriate time to take it home. She just couldn't say no to anything pink or shiny. "So at least tell me his name," she called out from inside the closet.

It's coming with me, a tether to the outside world, a connection to a life I'm not sure I remember how to live. The closet beckons, where my dresses hang neatly, each one a testament to moments of joy and celebration. I run my fingers along the fabrics, feeling the memories they hold. These dresses were meant to adorn my body for special occasions, for moments when I wanted to feel beautiful and cherished. Now, they are just fabric on hangers, a collection of memories I must leave behind.

Coward. Faced with the prospect of my first day as a personal maid to Alpha Caden, I stood before the closet, contemplating the array of clothes hanging within. Uncertainty lingered in the air as I sifted through the options, seeking the perfect balance between professionalism and comfort. How did I pack so much clothes? Eventually, my fingers gravitated towards a pair of figure-hugging skinny jeans, their dark hue complementing my skin.