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Logan quickly nodded at Pauline before turning his smug gaze my way. "Yana earned my mother's love more than you ever did. Julie, doesn't that tell you something?" Yana shot daggers at my outfit—tailored and far from cheap. Her envy practically rolled off her. "You damn woman! What good's dressing up when you couldn't even keep your kid alive? When my son is born, your little girl will already be rotting in her grave." Logan tilted his chin, all smug. "Julie, you're pathetic. You lost your job, your child, your family. You're middle-aged and have nothing left. You're a joke."

Who else would be desperate enough to marry a madman. ##################

"Just because you're desperate doesn't mean I have to play along. Should I throw myself at you so you lose interest and leave me alone? There are plenty of desperate men out there, and I don't have time for all of them." Zane's face darkened. It was bad enough that Ariana was giving him the cold shoulder, but now, she was even openly insulting him. Sure, he had called himself desperate as a self-deprecating joke. But for her to actually call him that? Seeing Zane's sour expression, Ariana continued, "I'm not some teenage girl. I don't have time for your little romance games. If you want to play, go find someone else." She stood to leave.

“Why do I miss you so much? I’ve been dreaming about you the whole week!” “Have you. You never mentioned it.” “I wouldn’t wanna feed that dreadful ego of yours.” “Oh, well, is it your pride talking about my ego?” “Hey, dude, chill down. I need you to be gentle now.” “Gimme a sec. Siri, what does gentle mean?” Jim paused, smiling. “Sorry, looks like that word isn’t included in my dictionary.” “That’s bullshit. You can be the sweetest guy on earth.” “Say it in public and I’ll sue you for slander.”

The mistress just kept on wasting and grooving serpentine steps to the music from the headset. Dale was suffering the worst day of her life, a lioness hooked under a table, with no form of salvation. She knew by now that her acute legs were completely numb and were now cold, her neck hooked in broken range, she also felt severe pain in her stiffened back. Coming out of such a position would mean an hour nap of rehabilitation and by then Zoe would have brutally erased her existence.

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"Your nickname must be Dirt Devil because tonight you'll be alone with the power of an upright in the palm of your hand." "Do you have a map? I'm getting lost in your eyes." He looks into my eyes. "Sorry, no map. So why don't you just get lost?" I poke his side. "Is it hot in here, or is it just you?" He raises an eyebrow while driving. "Actually, it's you. Because you just crashed and burned." I bump both my fists. "Do your legs hurt from running through my dreams?" "No, they hurt from dodging corny lines like that all night." I roll my eyes.

"That's outrageous! We can't afford that. Let's go to the other boutique. One piece of clothing here is probably equal to a tens of pieces over there!" Before Hazel opens her mouth one thing to tell her it was fine and they could afford it. Before she could say anything, a woman's voice rang out sarcastically. "Hey! Get your dirty hands off the clothes! Don't touch anything if you can't afford it!" A woman with heavy makeup for her undescribable face strode towards them. There was a name tag pinned on her chest that stated 'Store Manager, Mica'.

All so this young man, who had failed to gain entry three years in a row could get admitted through a direct admit slot. I thought I would never shed another tear for Bianca again. And yet, the tears still rolled down my cheeks, one after another, beyond my control. This was Bianca, the woman who had always been upright and refused to cheat the system. During senior year, my mom became seriously ill. I was running myself ragged taking care of her, so I often asked for leave and skipped class. That caused my grades to become a complete mess. To graduate smoothly, I begged Bianca to write my paper for me. She refused without the slightest hesitation, saying, "Alan, that would be unfair to the