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★★★★★"Hello!" Rebecca said on the call that she received the call from an unknown number."It's Ella. How are you?" Ella asked. Her tone brought a smile to Rebecca’s face, and her shoulders relaxed. Sitting on the edge of the bed, Rebecca replied, "I am fine. You don't know how happy I become knowing it is you called me.""You know how to talk sweetly. I can't tell whether I am really important to you, but I cannot stop looking forward to getting a call or text from you. And today, I finally decided to give you a call myself to know what makes you so busy. Then my eyes fell on the particular article about you being a model for the Perth company.""Perth," Rebecca muttered as she did not know Pete owned the Perth."Rebecca, are you listening?" Ella said when she did not hear anything from the other end of the call."Yes, actually, I am not really aware of the news of me being into an article, so I went into a trance," replied Rebecca with a small laugh, "Why don't we meet tonight?" Re
★★★★★ "What's with the punishment, I don’t understand?" Rebecca questioned with trembled voice. His touches on the curve of her body caused her intake of breath. Her breath hitched sharply, a soft gasp escaping as her cheek rested against the cold, unyielding surface of the wooden cupboard door. The pressure of his body against hers was firm, unrelenting, and undeniably intoxicating. Although she told him to move away, that was not what she wanted. "You want me to speak about it," he said; the allure in his voice caused her knees to tremble, making her want to stretch this little longer. She whispered, "I would like to get the knowledge of what you are talking about." "You are quite cunning!" Edward muttered a smirk on the corner of his lips rising as his one hand moved over to her buttocks. Rebecca's spine stiffened. "The door is opened, Ed," the difficulty in uttering a word annoyed Rebecca. No wish was helping her thoughts not to drift away. Suddenly, she felt his tongue touch
★★★★★Imara watched Rebecca carefully, expecting a reaction that never came. But rather than press further, she simply smiled and added, “You know, he and my dad used to talk about you quite a bit.”Rebecca’s expression remained unreadable, as though the mention of Edward stirred no emotions at all. Instead, she said, “I have a friend coming over for a casual dinner tonight. Why don’t you join us? Unless, of course, you’d rather avoid strangers.” Her tone was light, her demeanour calm as if Edward’s name had long ceased to hold any significance in her life."I would love to... But I do not know where you live. Is it close to Edward’s house?" Imara asked, her tone was genuine."No, actually, I am staying for a couple of days at Edward's house. So the dinner is going to happen there," said Rebecca. Suddenly the corner of her eyes watching her father standing at the entrance. He had probably come out of the building to look for her since she was taking time to reach Pete's office.Notici
★★★★★ "OUCH!" Rebecca whispered, paying attention to her palm that was holding the car key. "What happened?" Pete asked, drawing close to help. His eyes were worried. But before he could hold her hand Rebecca took her hand back to her lap, saying, "Nothing, Mr. Pete. I felt something in my palm. It’s nothing." And she tossed the car key in her purse, adding, "Mr Pete, please sit. You don't have to worry that much." Reluctantly, Pete placed the flower down on the table and moved over to his seat. His caring eyes did not leave Rebecca's face. "Here, drink this!" Peter offered the glass of water to Rebecca, believing she was a little nervous and that was why she was feeling things that she could not explain. "No, I am fine, Mr.Pete," Rebecca said, looking back at the car key, pondering what was wrong with the car key or if it was just her hallucinations. Because she still could feel the tingling sensation in her palm. She put her hand in her bag and held it in front of her palm. Th
★★★★★Hearing Trevor, the violence in Edward’s eyes reduced as his shoulders relaxed, but he did not know why the thought of seeing her away was not settling down. Him going over to Pete's place not only because he wanted to give that old piece of shit some brain but also to take her back and never allow her to go.Edward turned around and looked at his desk, thinking how it had started- the relationship. He still remembered the day he and Rebecca walked together in the marriage Bureau, hating her presence and all he was intending how to bring trouble for her. But standing at present, he could tell the torture was happening not around her but rather upon him."You know well what you exactly want, Boss," Trevor said with a calm tone as a sigh left his mouth. He had been noticing Edward for a while and noted every minor indication. Edward did not turn around right away, but asked, "You can see that too.""For a while! And I was hopeful you would get to know this eventually," said Trevo
★★★★★ “I was talking about the event—your debut as a model,” Ella clarified, raising an eyebrow at Rebecca’s startled reaction. “Why do you look like I just asked if you’re planning to rob a bank tomorrow?” Her tone was light, but the teasing lilt in her voice was unmistakable. Ella’s curious gaze lingered on Rebecca, amused by the bewildered expression that had crossed her face. “Oh, haha!” Rebecca laughed awkwardly, shifting in her seat as though trying to shake off her unease. “Honestly, I still don’t fully understand what I’m supposed to do tomorrow. The whole thing feels surreal.” Imara, munching on a chip, leaned forward. “Well, let me just remind you that Veronica Black will be there. And where Veronica goes, competition follows. The crowd goes absolutely wild for her.” She paused, her tone carrying a note of caution. “I trust you’ve prepared yourself for that.” Noticing the sudden tension her words might have caused, Imara burst into laughter. “Don’t mind me. I once attend
★★★★★"Stop doing this," Rebecca hissed through gritted teeth, her voice low enough for only Edward to hear. The light flush on her cheeks deepened, though it was more from frustration than anything else. His sweet talk, laced with deliberate teasing, wasn’t charming anymore—it was embarrassing her in front of her friends.Edward’s smirk remained firmly in place, unshaken by her protest. "Care to explain what I’m doing?" he replied, his tone dripping with amusement. His voice was just as quiet, almost conspiratorial, and the proximity between them only added to the tension.Neither of them moved an inch, as though the idea of creating distance hadn’t even crossed their minds. Their breaths mingled in the small space, charged with unspoken words and something far deeper than mere irritation."Rebecca, I need to use the bathroom too. What a coincidence!" Ella announced, springing to her feet in an almost theatrical manner. The exaggerated brightness in her voice made Rebecca glance at h
★★★★★"There’s nothing to see other than some mere walks by models," Rebecca said, her voice tinged with hesitation. Her gaze flickered with reluctance, betraying her unease at the thought of Edward attending the event.Her words seemed to amuse Edward, a low chuckle escaping his lips. He leaned back, his eyes gleaming with a mix of mischief and sincerity. "If I’m seen there, it’ll only be because of you," he said, his voice smooth yet deliberate. "I’d like to see my wife as a model walking the ramp."Rebecca froze, the glare on her face dissolving into sheer horror. Her breath hitched, and her eyes locked onto his with an intensity that bordered on desperation. She searched his expression, looking for the usual teasing glint, but what she saw instead felt alarmingly genuine.His words lingered in the air like an unspoken vow, wrapping around her like a tether she couldn’t break. Was he serious? Did he truly mean to accept her as his wife?"Your words are neither funny nor genuine," R
★★★★★"There’s nothing to see other than some mere walks by models," Rebecca said, her voice tinged with hesitation. Her gaze flickered with reluctance, betraying her unease at the thought of Edward attending the event.Her words seemed to amuse Edward, a low chuckle escaping his lips. He leaned back, his eyes gleaming with a mix of mischief and sincerity. "If I’m seen there, it’ll only be because of you," he said, his voice smooth yet deliberate. "I’d like to see my wife as a model walking the ramp."Rebecca froze, the glare on her face dissolving into sheer horror. Her breath hitched, and her eyes locked onto his with an intensity that bordered on desperation. She searched his expression, looking for the usual teasing glint, but what she saw instead felt alarmingly genuine.His words lingered in the air like an unspoken vow, wrapping around her like a tether she couldn’t break. Was he serious? Did he truly mean to accept her as his wife?"Your words are neither funny nor genuine," R
★★★★★"Stop doing this," Rebecca hissed through gritted teeth, her voice low enough for only Edward to hear. The light flush on her cheeks deepened, though it was more from frustration than anything else. His sweet talk, laced with deliberate teasing, wasn’t charming anymore—it was embarrassing her in front of her friends.Edward’s smirk remained firmly in place, unshaken by her protest. "Care to explain what I’m doing?" he replied, his tone dripping with amusement. His voice was just as quiet, almost conspiratorial, and the proximity between them only added to the tension.Neither of them moved an inch, as though the idea of creating distance hadn’t even crossed their minds. Their breaths mingled in the small space, charged with unspoken words and something far deeper than mere irritation."Rebecca, I need to use the bathroom too. What a coincidence!" Ella announced, springing to her feet in an almost theatrical manner. The exaggerated brightness in her voice made Rebecca glance at h
★★★★★ “I was talking about the event—your debut as a model,” Ella clarified, raising an eyebrow at Rebecca’s startled reaction. “Why do you look like I just asked if you’re planning to rob a bank tomorrow?” Her tone was light, but the teasing lilt in her voice was unmistakable. Ella’s curious gaze lingered on Rebecca, amused by the bewildered expression that had crossed her face. “Oh, haha!” Rebecca laughed awkwardly, shifting in her seat as though trying to shake off her unease. “Honestly, I still don’t fully understand what I’m supposed to do tomorrow. The whole thing feels surreal.” Imara, munching on a chip, leaned forward. “Well, let me just remind you that Veronica Black will be there. And where Veronica goes, competition follows. The crowd goes absolutely wild for her.” She paused, her tone carrying a note of caution. “I trust you’ve prepared yourself for that.” Noticing the sudden tension her words might have caused, Imara burst into laughter. “Don’t mind me. I once attend
★★★★★Hearing Trevor, the violence in Edward’s eyes reduced as his shoulders relaxed, but he did not know why the thought of seeing her away was not settling down. Him going over to Pete's place not only because he wanted to give that old piece of shit some brain but also to take her back and never allow her to go.Edward turned around and looked at his desk, thinking how it had started- the relationship. He still remembered the day he and Rebecca walked together in the marriage Bureau, hating her presence and all he was intending how to bring trouble for her. But standing at present, he could tell the torture was happening not around her but rather upon him."You know well what you exactly want, Boss," Trevor said with a calm tone as a sigh left his mouth. He had been noticing Edward for a while and noted every minor indication. Edward did not turn around right away, but asked, "You can see that too.""For a while! And I was hopeful you would get to know this eventually," said Trevo
★★★★★ "OUCH!" Rebecca whispered, paying attention to her palm that was holding the car key. "What happened?" Pete asked, drawing close to help. His eyes were worried. But before he could hold her hand Rebecca took her hand back to her lap, saying, "Nothing, Mr. Pete. I felt something in my palm. It’s nothing." And she tossed the car key in her purse, adding, "Mr Pete, please sit. You don't have to worry that much." Reluctantly, Pete placed the flower down on the table and moved over to his seat. His caring eyes did not leave Rebecca's face. "Here, drink this!" Peter offered the glass of water to Rebecca, believing she was a little nervous and that was why she was feeling things that she could not explain. "No, I am fine, Mr.Pete," Rebecca said, looking back at the car key, pondering what was wrong with the car key or if it was just her hallucinations. Because she still could feel the tingling sensation in her palm. She put her hand in her bag and held it in front of her palm. Th
★★★★★Imara watched Rebecca carefully, expecting a reaction that never came. But rather than press further, she simply smiled and added, “You know, he and my dad used to talk about you quite a bit.”Rebecca’s expression remained unreadable, as though the mention of Edward stirred no emotions at all. Instead, she said, “I have a friend coming over for a casual dinner tonight. Why don’t you join us? Unless, of course, you’d rather avoid strangers.” Her tone was light, her demeanour calm as if Edward’s name had long ceased to hold any significance in her life."I would love to... But I do not know where you live. Is it close to Edward’s house?" Imara asked, her tone was genuine."No, actually, I am staying for a couple of days at Edward's house. So the dinner is going to happen there," said Rebecca. Suddenly the corner of her eyes watching her father standing at the entrance. He had probably come out of the building to look for her since she was taking time to reach Pete's office.Notici
★★★★★ "What's with the punishment, I don’t understand?" Rebecca questioned with trembled voice. His touches on the curve of her body caused her intake of breath. Her breath hitched sharply, a soft gasp escaping as her cheek rested against the cold, unyielding surface of the wooden cupboard door. The pressure of his body against hers was firm, unrelenting, and undeniably intoxicating. Although she told him to move away, that was not what she wanted. "You want me to speak about it," he said; the allure in his voice caused her knees to tremble, making her want to stretch this little longer. She whispered, "I would like to get the knowledge of what you are talking about." "You are quite cunning!" Edward muttered a smirk on the corner of his lips rising as his one hand moved over to her buttocks. Rebecca's spine stiffened. "The door is opened, Ed," the difficulty in uttering a word annoyed Rebecca. No wish was helping her thoughts not to drift away. Suddenly, she felt his tongue touch
★★★★★"Hello!" Rebecca said on the call that she received the call from an unknown number."It's Ella. How are you?" Ella asked. Her tone brought a smile to Rebecca’s face, and her shoulders relaxed. Sitting on the edge of the bed, Rebecca replied, "I am fine. You don't know how happy I become knowing it is you called me.""You know how to talk sweetly. I can't tell whether I am really important to you, but I cannot stop looking forward to getting a call or text from you. And today, I finally decided to give you a call myself to know what makes you so busy. Then my eyes fell on the particular article about you being a model for the Perth company.""Perth," Rebecca muttered as she did not know Pete owned the Perth."Rebecca, are you listening?" Ella said when she did not hear anything from the other end of the call."Yes, actually, I am not really aware of the news of me being into an article, so I went into a trance," replied Rebecca with a small laugh, "Why don't we meet tonight?" Re
★★★★★ Rebecca pushed the chair behind and was about to leave after successfully stirring commotion between love birds, but also, the realization came that love had never existed between them. Before she could step out of the table, Edward grabbed her wrist under the table, and her heart beat with a thump. "You are making me leave because of her. Didn't you hate her?" Veronica shouted, as she drew close to the breakfast table, her fists clenched to the sides. The betrayal caused her tears to pour out unconditionally. "You left me no choice. What did you do in the office? It was unforgivable, but I let you off the hook. Your cleverness reached to the point that you did not think twice before threatening me. Now this! You are becoming irrational which means your sensible thoughts won't work properly," said Edward, his tone sharp and cold. Hearing such a thing from him Veronica inflicted by vengeance as she spat, "My mother knew the history of your mother. And she said your mother hate