"Thank you," I whispered, letting out a relieved breath.The men started to sift through the mess but first of all, they carried Dylan's body away. I watched impassively as his lifeless form was dragged across the floor, leaving a smear of blood in its wake. Part of me felt a twinge of regret at the
Mark's POVI looked up from the man speaking when the door opened and my assistant quickly walked in, his quick strides quickly diminishing the space between us.There was an apologetic look on his face and might I say, also a happy one.What exactly was making him happy? I thought, irritated. Anoth
I continued to provide him with campaign funds until the councilman successfully became a state councilman. With his alliance and help, my influence in politics grew larger and I became the councilman's right-hand man. All of these also came with the perks to meet with several of the political bigwi
NARRATOR’S POVONE YEAR LATERThe wedding preparations were in full swing, and Sydney rushed into the dressing room like a whirlwind, and her eyes were immediately drawn to the center of the room where Grace stood, resplendent in her wedding dress."Grace!" Sydney exclaimed, her initial frown meltin
"Ugh, fine," Mark groaned, feigning exasperation. "But you owe me big time. Like, a lifetime supply of free babysitting from Damon."Sydney snorted. "As if that kid would listen to anyone but me.""Fair point," Mark conceded. "Are you coming over so we could….”“Nope. I have like a million other err
Sydney nodded, sniffling softly as she tried to regain her composure."Come on now, not you too," she chided, pulling back and giving Grace's shoulder a gentle squeeze. "You'll ruin your makeup, and we can't have that."Grace let out a shaky laugh, blinking rapidly to clear her vision.Sydney smiled
ANASTASIAMy brows creased in worry as I dialed his number for the umpteenth time.'Hey there, if you're hearing this then I'm unavai-'I stopped the voicemail before it ended."Babe," I pouted even though he couldn't see me. "Where are you? Are you okay? I've been trying to reach you for eons now.
ANASTASIAMy strides were longer and faster as I made my way to his apartment. There was a reasonable part of me that was convinced that those pictures weren't photoshopped. And there was also the part, slightly smaller, that believed - or rather, wanted to believe - that it was all a lie. A stupid