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"And the infamous Elena. Back in the fold, I see." Marcus Hale steps into view with a champagne glass loose in one hand and a smile that's all teeth. I feel Alexander's hand tighten fractionally against my back. "Marcus," Alexander says, his voice cool. "I heard about the accident." Marcus's gaze slides over Alexander with something like amusement. "Terrible thing, memory. Here one day, gone the next. Makes you wonder what else might be... rearranged." "I'm not sure what you're implying," Alexander says. "Nothing at all." Marcus's eyes land on me, and his smile sharpens. "Elena. You look wonderful. Marriage clearly agrees with you. Second time around, is it?"

Their emotions, stronger than the brick wall sent signals to them. “Guys! I think he's here.” Hailey screamed after her skin jolted. “I so much wished my mate loved me half as much as Hailey loves Zac.” Eliza groaned. Harry had cheated on her and declared that he was gay, leaving her for his long time friend. She didn't really care as she already liked someone else, who liked Hailey. Stefan Fernandez. Tough, painful, skin burning love. Watching a man you love tell you about how much he's in love with your best friend who you love equally as much, slightly littler than you love this man and the only thing you're grateful for us the fact that she doesn't like or want him is how Eliza had been

“Of all days… today, when I’m not in the mood, you show up.” I chuckled, taking back by her words. “And yet here we are.” I slid into the seat beside her. I leaned my elbow on the counter. “Why the long face, Elena?” She looked at her drink and then back at my face and then back to her drink, contemplating what to do. Eventually she sighed. “Amara.” My ears perked. “Go on.” “She got back into Stefan’s life in the most twisted way you can imagine,” Elena said. “They… made out. And the stupid girl thought he had forgiven her. She started chasing him again. Like a little lamb chasing its butcher. Until he rejected her publicly.”

I quickly cleaned off the water that was on my body with my towel and quickly began to wear my clothes. I took a yellow body hug crop top and a jean trouser that left my belly button visible. Just as I was about picking up my phone, my phone began to ring and I saw Celine was the one calling. Hey Babe Hi Elena. Did you just see Stefan's Post?? Yes why?? Can't you see clearly that he doesn't even remember you? I mean he is very happy, and you are bent on making him jealous which I can say is the most stupid thing I have ever done.

"I'm tired. Just don't bother me right now." Without waiting for Elena’s response, Julian stormed off. He left Elena standing there alone, wondering what had just happened. ‘Is he just disappointed because he got benched? I mean, it’s fine, he can actually rest instead of running around,’ Elena assumed innocently. *** If Elena thought it was just a temporary phase until Julian’s mood improved, she was dead wrong. Julian was completely off the grid. She did cross paths with Julian when their classes overlapped, but Julian chose to sit as if he were on a different pole from Elena.

Stefan's POV The stone walls of the stronghold felt colder than usual tonight. I leaned against one of them, my arms crossed, eyes trained on the door that had just closed behind the guards. They’d taken her. Elara. The girl who, for reasons beyond my desire, would be my mate. Or so the bond told me. My instincts screamed at me, dragging my attention to the tug deep inside my chest. It was like a raw, open wound, and yet, I didn’t want to touch it.

But before she could sort through the mess in her chest, her phone buzzed. Elena. She answered on the first ring. “Mia!” Elena’s voice was already too loud, too cheery. “I’ve been waiting for you to send pictures! Don’t tell me you’re sulking on your honeymoon.” Mia tried to smile. “I’m not sulking.” “That’s a lie,” Elena said instantly. “I can hear it in your voice. What happened? Don’t tell me Stefan’s being a robot again.” Mia looked out the window, hesitating. “I said something… and he just walked away. No words. Just… left.”

I answered questions directly, without excess, without closing anything off. Where did you meet? His lecture hall. We disagreed about something. About what? Whether love was real. Laughter around the table. And who won? I looked at Adrian across the table. He was already looking at me. “The argument is ongoing,” I said. Warmer laughter this time. It was after the main course when it happened. A man to my left. Broad shoulders. The confidence of someone accustomed to being the most important person in a room. “I will be direct,” he said. “There have been suggestions. That this marriage was convenient. Professionally motivated.” He held my gaze. “What do you bring to this marriage Elena? Beyon

"I just wanted…. Look, Elena I care about you, and I thought—" "I don’t care what you were thinking. I don't need your thoughts or your interference in my life in any way!" Elena interrupted, her voice trembling with raw emotion. "Stay out of my life, Chandler. I need some space." The air crackled with tension as Elena turned and walked away, leaving Chandler standing there, grappling with a whirlwind of emotions and the undeniable ache of their heated argument. The fragile threads binding their connection seemed strained, hanging precariously in the wake of their impassioned clash. He only stood for a few seconds before he followed her out and into the parking lot.