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She was also not able to understand these strange feelings developing in her heart. Eric Wayden was the one she had always dreamt to be her husband since the day they begin to date each other. He was a perfect boy that every girl would want as their husband. He was well-mannered, smart, handsome, and successful too. There was not a single reason for her to feel what she was feeling at that moment. "Nia!! Nia!!! Where are you girl?" said a voice while opening the door of that room. It brought Nia out of her thoughts and she looked in the direction of the door of her room. She had recognized this voice as she stood up to receive that person.

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She was done reading and leaving a review on the last one before these two. A certain book that got my attention. “Twisted.” The description was quite catchy. “I’ll read this in the hospital.” “That’s a good book,” said the male voice behind me. I turned around and smiled. “Really?” A man, maybe in his thirties, wearing a baseball cap. He also had books in his hand. “Yeah. Read it. You’ll be blown away by the twist.” “Hah. Thanks.” I looked at the book again.

So, after I finished my shift at the cafè, I called Geoff from home and asked him about the letters. He told me to check the post box, that a key was hidden under it. When I did open the box, I found letters, but none of them were my acceptance letters. Panic gripped me. Maybe I was being paranoid, but I needed to make sure that Scarlett didn't have anything to do with them. One girl from my English Lit class told me she got accepted into University of Minnesota, so surely I should've gotten mine too, right? I went inside the house and sat on my bed, doing my homework, and it dawned on me that I could sneak into Scarlett's room and check. She wasn't home yet and I had managed to avoid her th

“Mama, read me a story!” I laughed softly, a sound I hadn’t realized I’d missed so much. “Okay,” I said, taking her little hand in mine. “Which one should we read first?” As we moved to the couch together, I felt the shift inside me—the acknowledgment of what I had been avoiding for so long. The motherly love I had hidden, the connection I had denied, it was real. And for the first time, I didn’t hesitate to embrace it. Ace watched quietly, his expression unreadable but patient. I didn’t need him to say anything. He had seen the change, and that was enough.

Nothing! "I love you, Isabella," Sharon said desperately. "You are my only sister. I never meant to treat you badly. Isabella laughed loudly, sarcastically repeating what Sharon had just said. "You love me," her voice was full of contempt. "If you did, you would have left my life as soon as you learnt who Davis was. But you had to keep your secret, so look where we are now." Sharon replied, her hands shaking. "Please, Isabella; do not let this destroy us. I will do all it takes to make things right. Tell me exactly what you need from me.

Chapter 1: The Ice and Fire Encounter The air in the ballroom was thick with the scent of wealth—crisp champagne, expensive perfume, and the faint aroma of cigars clinging to the tailored suits of men who thought money made them untouchable. Crystal chandeliers hung like frozen rain, casting fractured light over silk gowns and diamond-studded necks. It was the kind of event where a single misplaced glance could spark a scandal—and where secrets were traded more freely than stocks.

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After a suffocating dead smile, she decided to speak. "Well, about the lover thing. I just thought that maybe, you know— like those I read from the books. When the love of their life goes missing, they will look for them in every corner of the earth and wait for their return no matter how long that would take. And I think that's romantic."

—Fremont, Sandusky County, Ohio, US— "Did you cheat on me?" I looked up with tears streaming down my face when I heard the sound of the bedroom door opening at 2 a.m. The dark room around us was the first thing that greeted my husband—Alban Scott, the high-profile lawyer whose name was praised all over town. My heart trembled whenever I thought of his name, even if only in my mind. While others saw his name as a blessing, to me, it felt like the worst curse I'd ever received.