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Today was Valentine's Day, and I wanted my husband to take a day off. "Stay home with me," I said. "Valentine's Day is the best time to make money," he replied, turning away. As he stepped out the door, he casually reminded me, "Call me if anything happens." I had planned to wait for him to come back, but at some point, I drifted off to sleep. When I woke, it wasn't to the sound of him returning—it was the pain that pulled me out of my daze. Cold sweat soaked my face as I gasped for air.

I shout, clapping my hands on Valentine's back. "No," he replies casually as he begins to carry me toward the house. I scream and scream and kick, flailing my hands and legs to try to escape while hot tears run down my cheeks. I struggle as he walks slowly, but he doesn't let go. He just carries me through the house, up the stairs to one of the rooms I never went in, ducking through the door. Valentine drops me onto something soft and I sit up, finding myself on a green fabric sofa at the foot of a plush wooden bed. Valentine sits beside me, blocking the way to the door as I wipe away a few tears.

He winked at her, and then he sauntered off, shaking his head. Valerie stared at the open door, her mouth ajar as her stomach threatened to spew bile all over her desk. Damien had told them. They all knew she had stripped for him and spread her legs right there on the rooftop. They knew she allowed Holly’s boyfriend to finger her and toy with her. At this point, she wondered if Dean had also heard her begging to strip for Damien. How far did voices travel off that roof? God, what if Holly ever found out?

His foot slammed the accelerator, and the car shot forward, speeding through the streets. Soon he arrived at a café nestled in an alley known as Dark Alley, shrouded in the perpetual shadows cast by towering skyscrapers. Even in summer, sunlight failed to pierce its depths. Valentine stepped out and entered the café, spotting Lucas Anderson seated calmly in a secluded corner. "You shouldn't have come here, brother," Lucas said without a hint of surprise. Valentine approached and sat opposite him, his voice laced with bitterness, "Feeling guilty? Is that why you didn't want to see me?"

Valentine chuckled before eventually diving on the pool. “What?” I laughed and then followed him. We dipped on the pool for about ten minutes before eventually deciding to get dry. Valentine let me borrow some of his clothes, and we both ended up cuddling in his bed. “What the actual fuck, Valentine! You just gave me blue balls a while ago and now you’re making me hard again,” I said as Valentine hugged me from behind. “Well that’s what you get for breaking my heart,” “Then I’ll gladly feel the pain,” I replied.

I waved and smiled at the camera as I spun it around, making sure I capture the tall trees hanging over our car, the old, rusty mail boxes on the road side, and the dirt, and gravel road ahead. "It's time for a fresh start. Guess where we are?. "Yes, Milan!!!". "I and my boyfriend are going to begin a new life here, and you'll be...'" Boom!!! My phone slipped off and my long hair Cascaded around the glove compartment as the car abruptly halt. "What the heck happened?". I asked, feeling slightly disoriented. " Erm... Must have been a punctured tire?". He said, forcing a smile as he slicks out of the car.

'Come out of your cave Romero, the jackals are already out to hunt you down. He thought before instructing his men and after settling in black Mercedes, drove away. *** Somewhere in Ireland. Crystal I inhaled the salty air of the beach and closed my eyes. The waves of Irish sea collided with my already submerged feet making me sigh and shiver. My copper hairs flew along with my white sundress with a gentle breeze coming from the South. The dark clouds made it all breath-taking, hiding the scorching sun. The temperature was 17 degrees Celcius, so it wasn't that cold. It was raining since morning, but once the drizzling stopped at the early hours of the evening, I begged Valentine to let me ou

Blood bloomed across her chest. She'd been shot. Duke caught her as she fell. "NO! Val, stay with me!" Marcus stood frozen, gun dangling from his hand. "I didn't—I wasn't trying to—" Police sirens. Shouts. Footsteps running. Valentina's vision blurred. Duke's face above her, tears streaming. "Don't leave me," he begged. "Please don't leave me." "Love you," she whispered. "Always." Then darkness swallowed her whole.

When Fernandez met me, he was immediately astounded, “What happened to you, Mrs. Rose?” Over the past week, the scars on my face began to form scabs. I looked completely hideous to the point of being terrifying. Devin settled me on the couch before regarding Fernandez with a sharp look, “On Valentine's Day, my wife was waiting for me in a restaurant when a group of women suddenly barged inside and accused my wife of being a homewrecker. They beat her until she had a miscarriage and disfigured her.” Fernandez’s reaction was one of complete shock. Then, it turned to swift anger. “Completely unacceptable! How can something like this be allowed to happen in a civilized society? If I find out who

I didn't trust my voice not to betray me so I nodded instead. He offered me a hand, nicked at the elbow. I arched a brow at him in confusion. We weren't at the venue, there was no need for the extras if we weren't in the view of the public eye. "We're in Japan, they love memories, pictures are memories, they might be waiting downstairs ready to take some." A strange emotion crossed his eyes, but he didn't bother to explain further. Bullshit.