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The neon lights of the club flickered as I pushed through the heavy door, the bass thumping like my heart. I hadn’t intended to come here again, but something about the chaos felt comforting after everything with Claymon. The bartender's startled look reminded me I was stepping back into a world I thought I had left behind."Marissa!" he called, but I waved him off, already scanning the room for a familiar face. I wasn’t here for him—I was here for Harreld.He was leaning against his sleek black car outside, arms crossed, a figure of calm in the chaos around him. As I approached, I could see the tension in his shoulders. “You’re late,” he said, his voice low, almost teasing.“Traffic,” I replied, smirking, but I could sense he wasn’t in the mood for jokes.“Let’s talk,” he said, his expression shifting from playful to serious. “I need to know what happened with Claymon.”I sighed, the weight of my recent conversations flooding back. “We talked. It’s over. He… he doesn’t love me, and I
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"Don't run, take responsibility for what you did to me"I look at the guy sleeping behind me, I was taking my clothes and plan to leave him behind, "Responsibility!? Excuse me, Mr. Don Harreld Grego! What responsibility you're saying!?" I said and punch the bed, he woke up and sit in the bed, "You force me last night" He said and stretch his body, Wow, what a beautiful body, "E-Ehem! T-That doesn't make sense" I said and look in another way, "Well, that's true! I'm a famous evil, who uses a beautiful man mask, they say, a perverted man, and have sex with a lot of girls after I take someone's life, but I don't lie" He said and take out his tobacco and light it, I smirk and immediately take my clothes, "Why would I believe you!? That's impossible! I don't even force my husband to do it with me, and let him fuck his secretary in front of me! And you're saying I force you!? That doesn't make sense!" I said to him and he take out the smoke of his tobacco in his mouth, "Because you don
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I am Marisa Glacey Crossel-Haidey. I am married to a guy name Claymon Diel Haidey, for our company and my parents, It's not that I don't like or I like him, I just see a lot of sadness in his eyes and the cold eyes that he always gives me and a disgust looks just like how my mother disgusts me, that's why I choose to stay for him.Did I ever love him? I don't know. Did I ever hate him? No. Did I ever think of leaving him even though he's doing shit in front of me? No, because I like seeing his calm face when he fuck, his secretary while I'm in front of him. But that night was so painful, hearing him he doesn't want me. Hurts me, perhaps, I'm starting to like him at that time, and now I hate his secretary so much! I want to hate him but how can I hate him? If he has that kind of face. If he has that kind of smile,I'm jealous of his secretary because Claymon is touching her, while he can't even touch me because he disgusts me, This is not love, it's pity. I pity Claymon becaus
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After I leave the house, now I'm in the club and it looks like the bartender is shocked to see me here again, I immediately go in front of him but I stop for a minute when he calls someone on his phone,he put down his phone and I see that he click the speaker on his phone, "That bastard," I whispered, "excuse me? are you saying something?" the bartender said, I shake my head and close my arms, "Anyways what's your name?"I said and smirked, I see that he gulped, "You see, I missing someone right now, so can I ask for something?" I said and stretch my arms, "Y-Yes ma'am! one heavenly drink," he said making me get confused and cross my arms, "I don't ask about that though," I said seriously but at the same time I'm feeling happy and I feel I wanna laugh because the evils whispered Harreld is annoyed right now, "M-Maam? W-What you mean HA-HA" he said while looking at his phone, "I mean, I don't ask for HEAVENLY DRINK, I don't need th----""--Okay stop! I'm really annoyed right now, I
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"Marisa, you really need to figure things out," Harreld said, pulling me closer. "You can’t keep bouncing between him and me. It’s not fair." I sighed, feeling the weight of his words. "I know, but it’s complicated. I can’t just turn off my feelings." His gaze softened. "Then let’s make it less complicated. What if we just focus on us, at least for now?" I raised an eyebrow, intrigued. "You think that’s possible?" "Why not? Let’s explore what we have before worrying about the rest," he replied, determination in his eyes. I nodded slowly, a sense of hope sparking within me. "Okay, but you have to promise to be honest. I can’t handle any more secrets." He smiled, a warmth radiating from him. "I promise, Marisa. We’ll navigate this together." "Together," I echoed, feeling the tension ease a bit. "But you know my past is messy, right?" Harreld leaned in closer, lowering his voice. "I’m not afraid of a little mess. I want to understand you, all of you." I bit my lip, weighing his
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