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He Thought I Was A Doormat, Until I Ruined Him
The sterile white of the operating room blurred, then sharpened, as Skye Sterling felt the cold clawing its way up her body. The heart monitor flatlined, a steady, high-pitched whine announcing her end. Her uterus had been removed, a desperate attempt to stop the bleeding, but the blood wouldn't clot. It just kept flowing, warm and sticky, pooling beneath her. Through heavy eyes, she saw a trembling nurse holding a phone on speaker. "Mr. Kensington," the nurse's voice cracked, "your wife... she's critical." A pause, then a sweet, poisonous giggle. Seraphina Miller. "Liam is in the shower," Seraphina's voice purred. "Stop calling, Skye. It's pathetic. Faking a medical emergency on our anniversary? Even for you, that's low." Then, Liam's bored voice: "If she dies, call the funeral home. I have a meeting in the morning." Click. The line went dead. A second later, so did Skye. The darkness that followed was absolute, suffocating, a black ocean crushing her lungs. She screamed into the void, a silent, agonizing wail of regret for loving a man who saw her as a nuisance, for dying without ever truly living. Until she died, she didn't understand. Why was her life so tragically wasted? Why did her husband, the man she loved, abandon her so cruelly? The injustice of it all burned hotter than the fever in her body. Then, the air rushed back in. Skye gasped, her body convulsing violently on the mattress. Her eyes flew open, wide and terrified, staring blindly into the darkness. Her trembling hand reached for her phone. May 12th. Five years ago. She was back.Rose Hastington
I walked out from my office with a smile plastered on my face. I don't know why I'm so happy today but I'm just happy.
"You're weird." I glared to my brother as he commented about my face.
"Shut it Luky." I hissed and he pressed the lift button.
"Have you book a ticket to Miami for next week?"
"Why don't we use our jet?" I asked.
"Dad is going to use it smart head." He said annoyed and we walked into the lift.
"Why dad get to use it every time?" I hissed.
"It's his." Luke said in 'are you stupid tone?'.
"Where are you going after this?" I asked.
"As usual.. meet my brothers." Luke said and I rolled my eyes.
"Will Max be there?"
"It's only me, Sky and Ken for today.
"Where's the rest?" I asked and the lift opened, we walked out from the lift and walked out from the building.
"Aaron‘s at home taking care of his sick wife, Alex is taking Angel to LA, Sebastian is in Russia but I don't know what is that idiot doing there and lastly your Maxy.." I looked at him waiting for him to finish his sentence.
"Where? Max where?"
"I don't know." That made me smack his shoulder hard, he groaned in pain.
"Don't joke like that!"
"Why don't you check him at his house? You can call him too." He hissed and rubbed the spot where I smack him.
"Okay." I smiled widely and he still looked at me annoy, I walked to my car and waved to my annoying brother. I got into my car and drove out from my office building.
Let's just go to Max's house, I miss him. We fought a lot last week and none of us talk so let's just clear things up with him.
Max is my first love, I love him since I was 14 and I know that's crazy, now I'm 24 almost 25 and my heart still belongs to him. We both have an on and off relationship and as you all know Max is a playboy, he often change women almost everyday.
It breaks my heart and I've been watching it for almost 11 years, but he kept going back to me in the end. I know he's a douchebag but I love him. Crazy love but it's true.
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BLS #4: Stabbed by Rose
BLS #4 Maximillion Cesantio A Billionaire who likes to change girls like changing clothes. The playboy of the group, he only needs to smile and women fall to his feet begging for him. He always has so many girls around him but he always end up with one girl at the end. Rose Hastington Smart, lovin/0/93173/coverorgin.jpg?v=20251201164911&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Stabbed in silver: his blade, her blood
Please, please, Moon Goddess grant me a second chance", She pleads. These were the cries of Trisha Crescent as she watched her only daughter being slaughtered before her eyes. A once powerful Luna of the Moonstone pack, was betrayed by her own pack.The one meant to protect her. Her mate was the one/0/80290/coverorgin.jpg?v=20260106193348&imageMogr2/format/webp)
