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"You promised you wouldn’t leave me." "I never promised you anything! Don’t you get it?" I froze, turning to face him. "Do you have any idea how long I lived in fear, thinking Nikko didn’t know? That I had to respect him even after he cheated? Do you know how long I fought my feelings for you, agonizing over the age difference, your last name, the fact I’d practically watched you grow up? A thousand times! Remember when I told you how much I cried after we first slept together—the guilt I felt for giving in? Did you ever stop to think how much I punished myself that month you disappeared, convincing myself I couldn’t be pining over some kid who didn’t know what he wanted? My self-esteem was

My mind swirled with dizziness, and I tried to get up off the floor, my hands stumbling on Jonah's chest and keeping me down. "I can't believe you really fell for it," Gloria sneered, cracking her neck and pulling her long hair into a ponytail at the back of her head. "You're so weak, falling for that pitiful act. "Oh, poor Gloria, who's been traumatized and abused, who lost Dwight and won't ever find happiness again. Boo hoo', ha! It was almost too easy." She half shifted her claws, dragging them along a surgical table near the wall to sharpen them as she stalked toward me.

Her body writhed as Roman’s claws sank into her chest. “Traitor!” Gloria howled. Her voice was a mix of disbelief and anger. Roman’s face was hard. “You’ve served your purpose,” he spat. “This was never your legacy. It’s mine.” But Gloria wasn’t finished. With blood spilling from her mouth, she lifted one trembling hand with her fingers curling as she began muttering words in a language I didn’t understand. Her dark magic surged one last time, wrapping around her and flowing into the distance—toward Gilly.

She paused to greet a few of her giggling friends with waves and hugs, then walked together with them into the school building, her laughter echoing faintly. Gloria's smile faltered the instant Annabel disappeared inside, replaced by a wave of melancholy. She felt a little funny, almost hypocritical when Annabel had called her brave earlier. 'My dear, I love you so much, more than anything in this world,' she thought, her eyes misting over. 'But please, don't be like Mommy. Mommy is nothing but a failure, a broken woman stumbling through life, making one wrong choice after another.'

Glory had a look of total indignation on her face “Oh so you think that by saying sorry that makes things better, Im pist that you lied to my face.What the hell is wrong with you?” “What would you rather have me tell you to your face. Hey babe just wanted to tell you I made out with your fake sister in some other dude's body hope you are okay with that. Yeah like that would ever go over well with you.” “Fuck you its better then lying to me” Glory roared. “You already did remember” Paul spoke coldly.

In my mind, I imagine his voice claiming me as his with each thrust of his hip, with each touch of his fingers, and with each look we share as we gaze at one another. A fullness bubbles inside of me, an overwhelming feeling of joy mixed with the desire to claim him back. And my body starts to glow, just like before when I marked and claimed him. And almost killed him. “No,” I shake my head, looking at the light, my terrified heart clenching hard like a fist. “Sly, the glow! We shouldn’t be doing this! What if I…!” Sly holds still. A warm hand touches my cheek pulling my attention back to my mate’s face.

Rain or tears blurred his vision as his legs buckled, and he crumpled to the wet ground, the relentless rain mirroring his own turmoil. … Finally, after Anthony had asked me for the 108th time, his proposal broke through my defenses. "Isabella, let's spend the rest of our lives together, okay?" His words were simple, but they wrapped me in a blanket of comfort. Just like that, I said yes to a lifetime by his side. Even then, I could still clearly recall the way Anthony had looked at me on our wedding night, his eyes full of deep, adoring warmth. I knew without a doubt that he loved me deeply.

She slapped me across the face so hard, I fell to the ground. Once she took the system, she stomped on me. "You do not get to say no, you bitch!" And she stomped on my face again. "This is your place! Beneath me, forever! I will use the storage space system and become the richest woman after the famine, while you will die in it!" This was before the famine. Thanks to my parents, my sister had a strong body, yet her eyes were dripping with venom and jealousy. My parents never liked me. I was weak, and I could never take her head on. She grabbed the learning system's books and hurled them on my body. The corners of the books crashed into my flesh and left bruises on my skin.

Michele's voice pulled me back to reality. "If she hadn't left all those years ago, the woman at my side would be a gambler. How could it be an angel like you? Tomorrow is our 99th day together, and I'm putting the most profitable strip club in Vallasia under your name." Michele looked at Barbara with complete indulgence and pinched her cheek playfully. Barbara laughed softly and leaned in to kiss him. A sudden, stabbing pain tore through my side, forcing a sharp gasp from me. It was the scar I had carried for five years, left behind when I sold a kidney just to stay alive after I failed to repay my loan.

It felt like it had been a long time since I had seen such passion in their eyes. I cleared my throat and said, "Save your sob stories. I have to thank you for these past few days. You've shown me exactly who you really are. I'm getting married, so after today, we won't need to see each other again." Without another word, I turned my attention back to Edmond as he carried me to the car.