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Vivian's face darkened, and she quickly signed her name. "Don't regret this," she said. Regret? I looked at Nancy and saw the indifference on her face. It was the same coldness she had inherited from Vivian. Even the disgust in her eyes was the same. Everything was so obvious now. There was nothing to regret. I put away the divorce agreement and turned to Nancy. "No one will ruin your New Year's Day celebration anymore. I won't bother you anymore, either." No one knew how I had gotten through those six New Year's Days. While everyone else was preparing to spend the New Year's Day holiday with their families, I sat there holding a cold lawsuit filing and reading through it page by page.

They were both ready and they walked out of the house, they entered Chloe’s car and she drove out of the mansion. “What club are we heading to?” “The best one in Salado.” They got there after a while and Audrey was surprised to find everywhere silent, she gave Chloe a questioning look and she chuckled. “Trust me, it's a club.” She giggled as they got down, they both walked into the silent building and Audrey looked around. The building seemed abandoned and creepy, they walked into an elevator and Chloe pressed the only button there. “Is it below us?” She asked as she was starting to hear the music as the elevator went down.

CHAPTER 4(THE FIRST ONE)- TITTLE: Zander Mansion Soon, it's morning, and thanks to last night I had a rough sleep, and you know, when people say they woke on the wrong side of the bed, they are just trying to tell you they are mad. Well, I woke up on the wrong side of the bed, like literally, I woke up on the floor and not on my bed, and I would like to know why, but unfortunately, you just can’t see in your sleep.

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We begin swaying to the music as we keep glancing at each other. I have found my happiness and piece of mind even after a lot of struggles. Looking into Gabriel's eyes, I just know it that this is just the beginning of something bigger. I am happy to announce that FADED is a paid story on goodnovel with over 3K views. It honestly means a lit to me as a young writer. I urge you to continue supporting me by reading my other works on my profile. I will be dropping the synopsis and cover in some time. There is still a lot to discover for Lyka and so, don't miss out on book two which I will perhaps be dropping next year.

PRESENT Nova The wind was cold, but I didn't move. I just stood on the balcony, leaning against the cold glass railing of my exclusive high-rise, watching the black ink of the night sky slowly bleed into a metallic gray. The glass of wine in my hand was long gone, the condensation leaving rings on the polished stone railing. I was Nova Vale, thirty years old, divorced, and standing on Billionaire's Row, exactly where Killian’s best friend always dreamed of being but could never afford.

"We’ve built the 'New Foundation.' Now, we just have to see what people decide to build on top of it." ​I looked at Damian, and then at the blank sheet of vellum on the desk the one I had been keeping for my own story ​"Rule 34," I whispered. ​"Tell me, Aara," Damian said, pulling me into the warmth of his arms. ​"The best stories are the ones where the Earth gets the last word." ​The "Billionaire's Debt-Bride" was a memory of a ghost. I was Aara Vance, the Guardian of the Zero-Point, and for the first time in my life, the world beneath my feet was finally, perfectly, in sync.

The safe house, a rustic cabin nestled deep within the heart of Blackwood Forest, offered a temporary respite from the digital storm raging outside. The thick stone walls and lack of electronic devices provided a sanctuary from Zero's prying eyes, but the sense of unease lingered, a constant reminder of the danger they faced. Inside, James Lilion was experiencing a breakthrough in his recovery. The isolation, the clean air, and the constant care provided by May and Alex had worked wonders. He was stronger, more alert, and his memories were slowly returning, piecing together the fragments of his shattered past.