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"Come close" she whispered and I brought myself close to her. "I AM SORRY" she shouted in my ear. "Do you want to make me deaf?" I quickly stopped and gave her some distance. "You said you didn't hear me the first time so I wanted to say it in a manner I would be sure, you heard me" she smiled at me.
Mara's POV
"So what are we going to do now?" I broke the silence, as it was killing me.
He didn't say anything to me, he was looking out the window of my room.
"There is no way I am going to climb out the window with you" I spoke and he still didn't reply.
"Say something!" I shouted at him and went over to him. I lost so much control of myself that I pounced on him, and we both laid on the bed with me on top of him and my fingers digging into his shirt.
"Rape!! Rape!!!" He started to scream at the top of his lungs and I couldn't help but wonder if he had lost his senses.
"What are you doing? Why are you shouting rape? What the hell is wrong with you?" I asked him, with me trying to get up, but he held onto my hands tightly, pinning me to him.
"I was in the same position and you called it rape?" Now that you are the one in the position now, why can't I call it rape?. Or do you think that girls don't rape boys?" He whispered and I could only shake my head sideways, while still struggling to free myself from his grip.
"It isn't rape when you are the one pinning me" I rolled my eyes, but he wasn't willing to listen.
Instead, he switched sides with me and locked his lips with mine, making me speechless and lost.
"What was that for?" I found myself asking when we broke free from the kiss, even though my lips were still hot and pepperish from the k*ss.
"Still feisty I see" he smirked and repeated the same action, this time making it longer and making it harder for me to catch my breath.
"I love you, Mara, '' he said when we broke free from the kiss and I found myself staring into his eyes and getting lost in them.
What has this guy done to me?
"I..." I wanted to speak but he placed his index finger in between my lips.
"You talk too much" he hushed me and I was quietly looking at him, it was as if I was trapped in some kind of trans.
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Rose's POV
I sat next to Mason's bed, as I couldn't stop the tears from flowing. He was going to die and there was nothing I could do to save him. The doctors have refused to lay a finger on him. I can understand why because I am a doctor as well.
What I'm I going to do?How do I even go in search of his family?
"Number 4 St Martha's street" Mia walked in saying.
"What?" I asked her and wiped my tears.
"That is where Mason's mother lives," she smiled at me and handed me a notebook.
"How did you know that?" I asked her with a lost expression. How was she able to track down his mother, when nobody even knows whether he has a family or not?.
Everyone thought that mason was an orphan, I mean why won't they? He never speaks of his family or anybody related to him and that too he doesn't keep friends.
"I went to his house," Mia said, feeling very proud of herself.
"Isn't his house locked or something?" I found myself asking while I continued to look at the piece of paper she handed me earlier.
"Yes, but many humans do leave spare keys outside their house, usually close to the door. Maybe under a foot mat outside, or a statue stuck to the wall" Mia tilted her head towards the right and I used my hand to support her as usual.
"So in simple English, you went into his house and snooped around his things?" I asked her.
"Yes," she didn't even feel like she had done something wrong.
"Mia, that is very wrong, and if someone had caught you, then they would have labeled you a thief which you aren't" I tried to explain things to her while I patted her head.
"I know that but you are always looking so sad, I just wanted to help. Mia looked so innocent, her blue eyes even made it harder for me to blame her.
"Okay let's go find her" I suggested and stood up but Mia just didn't get up.
"We can't," Mia looked at Mason as she adjusted his bed sheets.
"Why?" I requested to know her reason.
"Because we are still in our working hours" Mia replied and I had to smack my forehead with my palm.
"And our lunch break is over," I added, looking at my beeping watch.
"Wait" she drew me back.
"Yes," I responded and walked up to her.
"Stop crying, Mason is going to be fine" she smiled at me, and then just walked away.
What kind of human being is she? One minute, she has no emotion, and then other times, she becomes so emotional that I begin to wonder if I am talking with the same person.
But whatever way she is, I cannot deny the fact that I care about her, so I wiped my face with my handkerchief and looked at Mason one more time before leaving the room.
Mara's POV
"So what are we going to do now?" I broke the silence, as it was killing me.
He didn't say anything to me, he was looking out the window of my room.
"There is no way I am going to climb out the window with you" I spoke and he still didn't reply.
"Say something!" I shouted at him and went over to him. I lost so much control of myself that I pounced on him, and we both laid on the bed with me on top of him and my fingers digging into his shirt.
"Rape!! Rape!!!" He started to scream at the top of his lungs and I couldn't help but wonder if he had lost his senses.
"What are you doing? Why are you shouting rape? What the hell is wrong with you?" I asked him, with me trying to get up, but he held onto my hands tightly, pinning me to him.
"I was in the same position and you called it rape?" Now that you are the one in the position now, why can't I call it rape?. Or do you think that girls don't rape boys?" He whispered and I could only shake my head sideways, while still struggling to free myself from his grip.
"It isn't rape when you are the one pinning me" I rolled my eyes, but he wasn't willing to listen.
Instead, he switched sides with me and locked his lips with mine, making me speechless and lost.
"What was that for?" I found myself asking when we broke free from the kiss, even though my lips were still hot and pepperish from the k*ss.
"Still feisty I see" he smirked and repeated the same action, this time making it longer and making it harder for me to catch my breath.
"I love you, Mara, '' he said when we broke free from the kiss and I found myself staring into his eyes and getting lost in them.
What has this guy done to me?
"I..." I wanted to speak but he placed his index finger in between my lips.
"You talk too much" he hushed me and I was quietly looking at him, it was as if I was trapped in some kind of trans.
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Rose's POV
I sat next to Mason's bed, as I couldn't stop the tears from flowing. He was going to die and there was nothing I could do to save him. The doctors have refused to lay a finger on him. I can understand why because I am a doctor as well.
What I'm I going to do?How do I even go in search of his family?
"Number 4 St Martha's street" Mia walked in saying.
"What?" I asked her and wiped my tears.
"That is where Mason's mother lives," she smiled at me and handed me a notebook.
"How did you know that?" I asked her with a lost expression. How was she able to track down his mother, when nobody even knows whether he has a family or not?.
Everyone thought that mason was an orphan, I mean why won't they? He never speaks of his family or anybody related to him and that too he doesn't keep friends.
"I went to his house," Mia said, feeling very proud of herself.
"Isn't his house locked or something?" I found myself asking while I continued to look at the piece of paper she handed me earlier.
"Yes, but many humans do leave spare keys outside their house, usually close to the door. Maybe under a foot mat outside, or a statue stuck to the wall" Mia tilted her head towards the right and I used my hand to support her as usual.
"So in simple English, you went into his house and snooped around his things?" I asked her.
"Yes," she didn't even feel like she had done something wrong.
"Mia, that is very wrong, and if someone had caught you, then they would have labeled you a thief which you aren't" I tried to explain things to her while I patted her head.
"I know that but you are always looking so sad, I just wanted to help. Mia looked so innocent, her blue eyes even made it harder for me to blame her.
"Okay let's go find her" I suggested and stood up but Mia just didn't get up.
"We can't," Mia looked at Mason as she adjusted his bed sheets.
"Why?" I requested to know her reason.
"Because we are still in our working hours" Mia replied and I had to smack my forehead with my palm.
"And our lunch break is over," I added, looking at my beeping watch.
"Wait" she drew me back.
"Yes," I responded and walked up to her.
"Stop crying, Mason is going to be fine" she smiled at me, and then just walked away.
What kind of human being is she? One minute, she has no emotion, and then other times, she becomes so emotional that I begin to wonder if I am talking with the same person.
But whatever way she is, I cannot deny the fact that I care about her, so I wiped my face with my handkerchief and looked at Mason one more time before leaving the room.
soon put her in the doggy position where l was smacking her äss and fúckîng her from behind. she was screaming so loudly so l put my fingers in her mouth. when l was about to cúm l pulled out immediately and cúmméd on her ass. "You may leave when you are rested" l said to her "what about my payment" she replied "Here you go" l gave her the money and she got dressed and left.
"I don't baby, maybe I just feel comfortable here especially with you by my side" Liam said as he kissed my cheeks from behind. "You know the whole world is going to be against us" I spoke with sadness. "Why do you say so my darling?" He asked me.
Banshee stopped her chants and went to fetch hot sand that was initially in the burning fire and she scattered it on his face. Rubbing it in his head and using it to bathe him, he was in pain, very serious pain.
Your sister's heart is full of words."Lakshmi spoke. She was so beautiful and I must admit, I was very envious of her long hair. She didn't look American at all, I kinda wished I was Indian. "You can also have long hair like Lakshmi?
Lakshmi please fight for us the way I'm fighting for us now" Scott gripped her shoulder and shook her but she remained quiet. How was she going to tell her mum and the whole of Delhi that she had been having a secret affair with her supposed stepbrother all this while.? How was she going to tell them that she is madly in love with him that's why she sent the wedding invitation to him so he would be able to get passed the security at the gate and stop the wedding.
Nothing" my dad grabbed his jacket and headed out of the room so I quickly hid away before he could see me. Nothing makes any sense any more. My brother has been in that hospital for more than seven months and he is not getting any better. My parents as usual are acting as if nothing is happening…I just hope I don't lose my mind sooner or later. "All these won't be happening if you just get me the necklace" Alyssa appeared in front of me. I had become used to her paying me random and unwanted visits all the time. Trying her best to torment me in the most possible ways and she has been doing well.
Lindsey's fiancé was the devil's first son. Not only did he lie to her but he also slept with her stepmother, conspired to take away her family fortune, and then set her up to have sex with a total stranger. To get her lick back, Lindsey decided to find a man to disrupt her engagement party and humiliate the cheating bastard. Never did she imagine that she would bump into a strikingly handsome stranger who was all that she was currently looking for. At the engagement party, he boldly declared that she was his woman. Lindsey thought he was just a broke man who wanted to leech off her. But once they began their fake relationship, she realized that good luck kept coming her way. She thought they would part ways after the engagement party, but this man kept to her side. "We gotta stick together, Lindsey. Remember, I'm now your fiancé. " "Domenic, you're with me because of my money, aren't you?" Lindsey asked, narrowing her eyes at him. Domenic was taken aback by that accusation. How could he, the heir of the Walsh family and CEO of Vitality Group, be with her for money? He controlled more than half of the city's economy. Money wasn't a problem for him! The two got closer and closer. One day, Lindsey finally realized that Domenic was actually the stranger she had slept with months ago. Would this realization change things between them? For the better or worse?
Desperate to handle her grandmother's towering medical bills, Gianna agreed to a contract marriage with Tristan, the enigmatic man she'd once shared a one-night stand with. She assumed they'd fulfill each other's needs and dissolve the arrangement once the terms expired. Unbeknownst to Gianna, this marriage was a dream Tristan had clung to for ten relentless years. Certain she was just filling someone else's role, Gianna prepared to leave when that other woman returned. But Tristan, his eyes burning with unspoken emotion, seized her trembling hand and declared, "You’re mine. Now and always."
In order to fulfill her grandfather's last wish, Stella entered into a hasty marriage with an ordinary man she had never met before. However, even after becoming husband and wife on paper, they each led separate lives, barely crossing paths. A year later, Stella returned to Seamarsh City, hoping to finally meet her mysterious husband. To her astonishment, he sent her a text message, unexpectedly pleading for a divorce without ever having met her in person. Gritting her teeth, Stella replied, "So be it. Let’s get a divorce!" Following that, Stella made a bold move and joined the Prosperity Group, where she became a public relations officer that worked directly for the company’s CEO, Matthew. The handsome and enigmatic CEO was already bound in matrimony, and was known to be unwaveringly devoted to his wife in private. Unbeknownst to Stella, her mysterious husband was actually her boss, in his alternate identity! Determined to focus on her career, Stella deliberately kept her distance from the CEO, although she couldn't help but notice his deliberate attempts to get close to her. As time went on, her elusive husband had a change of heart. He suddenly refused to proceed with the divorce. When would his alternate identity be uncovered? Amidst a tumultuous blend of deception and profound love, what destiny awaited them?
For three years, Shane and Yvonne were wed, sharing heated nights, while his devotion clung to his ex. Yvonne strove to be a dutiful wife, yet their marriage felt hollow, built on desire rather than real warmth. All changed when she became pregnant, only for Shane to thrust her onto the operating table, warning, “Either you or the baby survives!” Broken by his cruelty, she vanished in grief and later returned, radiantly accomplished, leaving everyone awestruck. Haunted by remorse, Shane begged for another chance, but Yvonne only smiled and replied, “I’m sorry, men no longer interest me.”
After hiding her true identity throughout her three-year marriage to Colton, Allison had committed wholeheartedly, only to find herself neglected and pushed toward divorce. Disheartened, she set out to rediscover her true self-a talented perfumer, the mastermind of a famous intelligence agency, and the heir to a secret hacker network. Realizing his mistakes, Colton expressed his regret. "I know I messed up. Please, give me another chance." Yet, Kellan, a once-disabled tycoon, stood up from his wheelchair, took Allison's hand, and scoffed dismissively, "You think she'll take you back? Dream on."
For ten years, Daniela showered her ex-husband with unwavering devotion, only to discover she was just his biggest joke. Feeling humiliated yet determined, she finally divorced him. Three months later, Daniela returned in grand style. She was now the hidden CEO of a leading brand, a sought-after designer, and a wealthy mining mogul—her success unveiled at her triumphant comeback. Her ex-husband’s entire family rushed over, desperate to beg for forgiveness and plead for another chance. Yet Daniela, now cherished by the famed Mr. Phillips, regarded them with icy disdain. "I’m out of your league."