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Chapter eighty-one (I).
Cordelia Bachor:
"Fuhad! I order you to report here right now!" Micheal screamed into the receiver of the intercom for the umpteenth time.
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Melanin Diaries: Perfectly Imperfect Chapter eighty-one (II).
Guilt was not an emotion I normally encountered; considering how I'd love half of my life splitting couples and wrecking many homes due to my line of work, but witnessing how Mike was tearing apart broke my heart and for the first time since forever, I felt like crap for being the one to blame everything;Right from the beginning, when I'd agreed to be Fuhad's puppet
Melanin Diaries: Perfectly Imperfect Chapter eighty-one (III).
He entered with his infamous smirk fully on and I just knew that he'd somehow pulled a few strings to bring Mokunfayo back to witness… this.It just had to be him; there was no other way Mokunfayo would have gotten access into Mike's private space if she didn't have a key card that only an executive could access. Maybe Mokunfayo never even left in the first pla
Melanin Diaries: Perfectly Imperfect Chapter eighty-two.
Almighty Mike.Fuhad, that fucking bastard, had been right; I didn't deserve her.
Melanin Diaries: Perfectly Imperfect Chapter eighty-three.
Almighty Mike:Even after we had now settled into metal benches at the waiting area as the family members for Angel, Trigger still kept staring at me like I'd grown two heads and the other head became permanent. I guess I'd really surprised him by such a show of weakness, but then I'd surprised myself as well.
Melanin Diaries: Perfectly Imperfect Chapter eighty-four(I).
Almighty Mike.The room was deathly silent as both occupants of the room had busied themselves with a battle of death like stares. Fuhad didn't look like he was going to give up soon, and I definitely wasn't going to back out from a challenge like this without coming up as the Victor.
Melanin Diaries: Perfectly Imperfect Chapter eighty-four (II).
Almighty Mike.The brightly colored room was deathly silent as both occupants of the room, seated on woven basket chairs that were opposite each other, had busied themselves with a battle of death like stares. Fuhad didn't look like he was going to give up soon, and I definitely wasn't going to back out from a challenge like this without comin
Melanin Diaries: Perfectly Imperfect Chapter eighty-four (II).
Almighty Mike.The brightly colored room was deathly silent as both occupants of the room, seated on woven basket chairs that were opposite each other, had busied themselves with a battle of death like stares. Fuhad didn't look like he was going to give up soon, and I definitely wasn't going to back out from a challenge like this without comin
Melanin Diaries: Perfectly Imperfect Chapter eighty-five (I).
Mokunfayo Badmus:"I don't deserve you, Angel. I don't deserve your heart," he sniffed slightly and gently pressed his lips to the back of my palm before slowly placing it where he'd picked it up from.
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