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Revenge born of Paint

Chapter 4 Neomi Pov

Word Count: 1020    |    Released on: 02/06/2024

site us was Lily Jason's sister with her husband and her 5 years old boy. Each one

tween. Mrs Mia sat at the head table smooching on her food, even the way she eats speak

us at the pack house after getting married to her husband. Was she

ears making her feel she got a chance to rul

ecision, she was like a puppet. She was successful sitting as Chief operating offic

ing around deep. My appetite lost up knowing the

ent short glass and a flower vase draped beside it. It was an 8 chair dining table close to a large window, the view

and each person was served by the maid who

wishing for the time to pass

e back of the spoon to hit on it to get everyone's attent

" He said calming the brew

other's face wondering what he was about to say even Mrs M

regnant"

ing a kiss on my forehea

good news to you all" I examined their faces one after the other, Lily shuddered in

urdering my third embryo after lying to me

ase grab your cup for a toast." I gasped wondering wha

in my ribcage with so much uneasiness. M

g decisions on my own terms, not hers. I deserve happiness. She had successful

a pup" Lily covered

ooked down to the ground tracing it back up. It was Mrs Mia's glass cup.She had

inal and there was nothing s

on Mrs Mia. I couldn't find myself anymore, it felt my happiness was incomplete and I was being remote

meone to complete me. I watched as her brows kni

ut that was my fu

incipal calling on a default student. I swall

useless asking, the risk was there. Either I lose my pup or my cov

when things get sore"

he had successfully taken over the business and leadership. Her children followed

s charged. Has she ever for once known what I felt wh

ueezed my hand, I kept wondering why he was left out

of them leaving their dinner half gone on the plate. I was like a tiny n

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