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If you or someone you know is experiencing symptoms of PTSD, it's important to seek professional help from a mental health provider. It's important to remember that PTSD is a treatable condition, and with the right help and support, individuals with PTSD can learn to manage their symptoms and lead fulfilling lives. Remember, There Is No Shame In Seeking Help For Mental Health Concerns! Thanks for reading. XOXO💖Charlotte pulled her car to a stop in the parking lot as she arrived at the hotel, picking her bag from the passenger's seat, she opened the door and came down from the car. Walking into the entrance of the hotel, she passed the reception "Welcome, Ma'am" the receptionist greeted with a bright smile, Charlotte responded with a smile also, which pulled down when she walked away from there and got to the elevator. Minutes later, she made her way to her hotel room Number 101A as she came out from the elevator. Her emotions and thoughts were messed over the place. She came to a stop as she got to the front of her door, searching her bag for her room key card. Bringing it out, she inserted it into the door and opened it before she got inside. Locking the door back, she threw her bag onto the couch, and slumped on the bed, looking up at the ceiling, as the day's event repeated in her memory. She felt dizzy and she wasn't hungry at the moment, so she decided to go to bed straight up, the
SCOTT'S MANSION, 8 AM*** Sofia sat down on the bed in her bedroom, hugging her pillow with crossed legs as she bit her nails, her eyes fixated on the door. Frustrated, angry, and jealous at the same time. Angry at the fact that she had been there with the Stuart family for over a month, yet, she couldn't still get in there. She couldn't still get the position she wanted in the family, as Axel Stuart's wife. She screamed in anger and threw her pillow to the floor "Why, why, why... Why can't it just be me? I love him more than Mirabel would ever, and I want him more than Mirabel does, but he didn't even bat an eye at me. All he wants is Mira, Mira, and Mira" Sofia yelled, her voice echoing to the walls of the room as she expressed her woes. Aching at the fact that, even though Mirabel wasn't there all through, he still asked for her immediately after he woke up. Over the last week, she couldn't even show her face by going to visit Reina again, especially not after the last week, Axel
"It's high time you stop being childish, Charlotte, are you seriously asking me what I'm doing here? Like you own the hotel?" Joanne rose a brown at the young lady who stood in her front with a fiery look on her face. Charlotte bit her lips, she had asked the question out of surprise, cause what in the world would her stepmom be doing at a hotel, she was surprised when she saw her, that's why she asked the question. Charlotte internally reminded herself that she should stop wasting her time on her stepmom, taking a deep breath, Charlotte took a step back, and Joanne walked out of the elevator with her heels clicking on the floor and her handbag on her wrist as she walked out with posh. Charlotte rolled her eyes and didn't say a thing before she entered the elevator, closing it shut by pressing a button. The elevator doors closed shut before Joanne looked back at it again, a smile on her lips, she had come here to find out about the floor where Charlotte was staying, to be sure of h
Mirabel and Arabella arrived at the clinic, Mirabel looked down at her phone to check the time, before they both walked out of the car and sauntered into the clinic. At the same time, a red Bugatti Veyron was seen driving past the highway, Sofia frowned when her gaze fell on the lady walking toward the clinic entrance. She pulled her car to a stop by the roadside, in time to see Mirabel walk into the clinic with another lady beside her. Her brows creased into a frown at the sight "Isn't that Mirabel?" she had seen Mirabel's pictures a bunch of times, so the face wasn't new to her. She knew her love rival's face so well. There wasn't much to worry about seeing Mirabel walking into a clinic, but Sofia couldn't sit back and shrug off the feeling bubbling inside of her, especially when she knew that this clinic was known popularly as a maternal clinic. "What is she doing here?" she became confused for some time, Sofia brought out her phone and dialed a number. The call rang for the fir
Axel and Troy arrived at Hades' hospital to check up on their grandfather before they head for work. Axel was dressed in a white long sleeve and a black tailored suit with black pants, his hair brushed to the back, giving him a cool but chilly look as he had no smile on his face as usual. Troy was dressed in a casual piece of clothing, he didn't bother himself when it comes to dressing, and his hair was ruffled, giving him a more approachable look compared to his brother. Marcel walked behind them as they headed to the hospital room, when they arrived at the door, Axel gave a slight knock "Come in" the old man's voice said from inside before Axel opened the door and sauntered in. "Good morning, grandfather" Axel greeted as he entered the room and saw his grandfather sitting on the bed, his gaze on nothing as he drank water from a mug. "Morning, Axel" He turned his gaze to the door when he heard a voice from there. "Good morning, Sir" Marcel greeted. "Morning" "Good morning, gran
A Week Later... Mirabel walked out of the hotel alongside the crew members, and entered a bus, she sat down close to the window, staring outside. A few minutes later, the others got in and slowly the bus drove out of the hotel's vicinity. Beside her was her assistant who was writing something in a notebook, Mirabel glanced at her "What are you writing?" "Nothing much had to document a few things down. I'm done" Olivia said as she closed the book and dropped it in her handbag. Nodding, Mirabel turned to look out of the window again, as they drove through the highway of Country A, her thoughts wandered off to somewhere else. Over the past week, after the day she had met Axel last, they didn't come across each other's path again, she was partly worried that he didn't come for her, although she had chased him away and said a lot of hurtful things to him, but still... Was he going to give up on her, so easily? She unconsciously moved her hand to her abdomen, rubbing it in circles, an
The car was silent as Axel's words rendered her mute to say a thing. After a long drive, Axel pulled the car to a stop as they arrived at the destination. He came down from the car, arranging his suit as he walked to the other side, and opened the door for Mirabel before she could open it herself. "Thank you," Mirabel said as she came out of the car, she looked up at the place they were, it was a restaurant, taking a deep breath she walked and made her way inside with Axel following after. He had taken time out of his busy schedule to plan things out. Mirabel walked into the restaurant and looked around, seeing that the place was empty except for them. "Are we alone?" she couldn't help but ask. "Yes," he answered. Although surprised and moved, Mirabel didn't say anything as he led her to the table in the middle of the restaurant, close to the window a little, the other tables were empty, and the place was dimly lit with a warm, cozy atmosphere. The walls were painted in soft, m
COUNTRY B*** It was almost 6 PM and the case had been adjourned, Samael stood outside of the Lord's House with Quinn who had a panicked expression on her face. A man stood in front of them with a grin on his face as he saw the expression on Quinn's gaze. "All I want is for you to drop your charges, all of them, and I would tell my men to leave her alone," a man who looked to be in his early sixties said. He had a twisted expression that showed he was not to be trifled with. He wore a clean suit that was tailored to fit him perfectly, giving off an air of power and authority. Despite his age, his physique was still impressive, with broad shoulders and a lean build. His voice was low and menacing, and it was clear that he was used to getting what he wanted. He had a way of speaking that made it clear that he was not to be crossed. His words were dripped with malice and cruelty, and his face was lined with wrinkles, but his eyes were sharp and piercing, like that of a hawk. Samael