AngelI woke up early, my mind still heavy with the weight of the previous night's encounter. As I quietly slipped out of bed, I glanced back at Selena, her peaceful form a stark contrast to the turmoil brewing within me. I knew I had to handle this situation carefully, and keeping Selena in the dark about my plans was the only way to protect her.Silently, I made my way to the living room, where I had set up a secure line to communicate with the different factions of the mafia. The room was dimly lit, casting long shadows on the walls, matching the uncertainty that lingered in my mind. I reached for the phone and dialed the number, waiting for the connection to be established."Good morning, gentlemen," I greeted the voices on the other end of the line, my tone calm and authoritative. "I trust you're all ready to move forward with our plans?"The responses came in a chorus of affirmation, each voice representing a different faction, all united under the guise of cooperation. My mind
SelenaI had long walked away from Angel, my heart heavy with pain and betrayal. Tears streamed down my face as I found myself sitting on a bench in a quiet corner of Paris, the city I once associated with love and happiness now tainted by the shattered fragments of my trust.Part of me wanted to pick up my phone and call my father, to seek solace and guidance in his comforting voice. But I couldn't bring myself to do it. The thought of burdening him with my heartbreak, knowing that he would blame himself for my pain, was unbearable. I couldn't bear to see him suffer because of my poor judgment.Instead, a name flashed through my mind, Misha. Yeah, my ex-boyfriend, someone I had loved deeply before Angel came into my life. I hesitated for a moment, unsure if reaching out to him was the right decision. But in that moment of vulnerability, I craved familiarity and someone who had once known me so intimately.Taking a deep breath, I dialed Misha's number, my hands trembling slightly. The
AngelI had arrived back in Russia, As I stepped into my grand mansion, a sense of familiarity washed over me, and for a brief moment, I allowed myself to revel in the opulence and luxury that surrounded me. But deep down, a gnawing unease lingered, fueled by the absence of Selena.I had lied to Heaven, telling her that Selena had important work to attend to in Paris. My heart twisted as I recalled her innocent, tear-stained face, her small voice filled with longing as she whispered, "I miss Mommy, Daddy." I had brushed her off, claiming that Selena would return soon, but the guilt tugged at my conscience.Just as I was about to drown in the depths of my self-deception, my phone rang, jolting me from my thoughts. Nikolai's name flashed on the screen, and a surge of anticipation coursed through me. I answered the call, my voice carefully measured."What is it, Nikolai?" I asked, trying to keep the tremor of anxiety at bay."Sir, I have news regarding Selena," Nikolai's voice sounded co
SelenaI hate myself. I believed Angel loved me with all his heart, and yet, I was foolish enough to fall for his lies and deceit. The pain that resided within me was unbearable, like a dagger twisting in my chest, a constant reminder of the shattered trust and broken dreams.Leaving Heaven behind was the hardest part. She was my everything, the beacon of light in my darkest days. It tore me apart to be separated from her, but I knew it was necessary. Heaven deserved a life free from the toxicity of our failed marriage, and I had to find the strength to rebuild myself.As I found solace in the comforting presence of my friend Misha, the wounds inflicted by Angel seemed to ache a little less. Misha had always been there for me, even in the past when we were together as a couple. I could never forget his past transgressions, but I had forgiven him, and now he was extending his care and support once more.Sitting in Misha's cozy living room, surrounded by familiar warmth, I couldn't help
Selena A month has passed since the painful divorce from Angel, and the ache in my heart still lingers. The absence of Heaven, my precious daughter, weighs heavily on my mind. It was a decision I had to make, believing that she deserved a life free from the toxicity of our failed marriage. But the emptiness in my arms is a constant reminder of the sacrifice I had to endure.In the midst of my grief and longing, my father came forward with a plan to help me find a new purpose. He suggested that I finish my studies abroad in the United States, focusing on business, with the hope that I would eventually take over his company. It was a chance for me to explore a different path, to immerse myself in something other than the painful memories of my past.So, with a mix of trepidation and hope, I boarded a plane that would carry me across the ocean to a land of new opportunities. As the aircraft soared through the sky, I couldn't help but feel a flicker of excitement, a glimmer of anticipatio
Selena I took a deep breath as I entered the classroom, feeling a mix of excitement and nervousness. It was my first day of classes at the unfamiliar university, and I was hoping to make new connections and find my place in this new environment. I and Channel had come together and we share different classes, how sad. As I looked around the room, searching for an empty seat, my eyes landed on a girl wearing a hijab. She had a warm smile on her face, and there was something about her that drew me in. Without hesitating, I approached her and asked, "Is this seat taken?"Ariel looked up from her book and smiled warmly. "No, it's not. Please, have a seat. I'm Ariel, by the way.""Thank you, Ariel. I'm Selena," I replied, feeling a sense of relief as I settled into the chair beside her.The professor walked into the classroom, signaling the beginning of the lecture. As the class progressed, Ariel and I exchanged occasional glances and smiles, building a sense of friendship without utterin
SelenaI still can't believe I've spent a whole month here at this university. Time has flown by, and it feels like just yesterday I was nervously entering that classroom on my first day. But now, things have changed. I've made new friends, bonded with Channel and Ariel, and found a sense of belonging in this unfamiliar environment.Today is not a school day, which means we have some free time to relax and have fun. Channel, Ariel, and I decided to go to the movie theater to catch the latest release. It's a perfect opportunity to unwind and enjoy each other's company outside the academic setting.As we enter the theater, the air is filled with excitement and anticipation and the scent of popcorn. We purchase our tickets and make our way to the snack counter, indulging in some popcorn and soda. The three of us find seats together, chatting animatedly about the movie and how excited we are to watch it. Channel was more excited than we were. The lights dim, and the movie begins. It's a
Selena I had woken up an hour ago and I was in the kitchen, whisking the batter for the waffles. The aroma of vanilla and butter filled the air, making my stomach growl with anticipation. It was a Sunday morning, and I wanted to make a special breakfast for Channel and me, a gesture to show my appreciation for our growing friendship.As I poured the batter onto the hot griddle, the sizzle and the sight of golden waffles forming brought a smile to my face. Breakfast had always been a comforting ritual for me, a time to nourish both the body and the soul. And today, it felt even more special, knowing that I would be sharing this meal with Channel. Making waffles reminded me of Heaven and I wondered how she was doing. Just as the last waffle was cooking, I heard a muffled voice from the hallway. It was Channel, still half asleep and groaning about being woken up. I chuckled softly, knowing exactly how much she loved her sleep.I walked to her room and gently knocked on her door. "Chann