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I paused, looked back at the dining table and said, "No, Mom. I want to use my study room to evaluate something before I rest. Tomorrow is Sunday, but I would still like to do some other works online, and to know what's trending before I return to bed." "Okay. So about the house?" My mother said, and Samara, who was listening to us, asked, "Which house is that, Mom? Has Darlington finally acquired a house? Oh my! And no one told me?" Samara looked pissed off and elated as she immediately rose from her chair at the dining table and flung herself at me as she rushed up and hugged me tightly. "Wow! Congratulations, big brother!" While Samara was hugging me tightly and happy that I had gotten a

How did she find out? Jamie and I follow Fable and the fan accounts on Twitter so Zee and Grace don't have to. That's because Zee's about as tech-savvy as an eighty year old, and Grace's parents think Twitter is the devil, along with every other thing invented after 1960. "I'm fine, just a bit shaken," I answer. "Turn on your TV," Zee says. "Why?" I ask. "Just do it. Channel 3," she replies. I walk over to the TV and scroll through the channels until I see an aerial view of a house on the news. A very familiar double story white house with an oak shingle roof. My house.

I know when he says that he doesn't want to do something and when he means it. Getting into my car, I started it and drove back home as I could not think of anything else. I didn't want to go to my office as my head was messed up, and I would not be able to focus on my work. As I was driving back home and entered the estate gate that led to my house, I was stunned to see someone who looked like Amaka getting out of a newly completed house. Immediately our gazes locked, Amaka swiftly looked away from me, and that made me restless, realizing that she was the one.

Now I knew he'd been bleeding me dry for Riley Anderson, his childhood sweetheart. "I want to refinance the house, too," he added. I stopped what I was doing, my hands frozen in the sink, and turned to stare straight at him. "You really want your four three-year-old sons to end up homeless?" This house wasn't much, just a small three-bedroom, but it was ours—the one we'd fought for, saved for, and sacrificed for. The mortgage wasn't even close to being paid off. His name was on the deed because when we first bought it, I had been out of town on business. He'd told me it would be easier that way, with him making the payments.