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"When Abigail's world is turned upside down by the news of her impending inheritance, she uncovers a tangled web of family secrets and lies. As she digs deeper, she discovers a shocking truth about her family's past and the dark forces manipulating their fortune. Can Abigail navigate the treacherous landscape of her family's legacy and claim her rightful inheritance, or will the secrets and deceit tear everything apart?"
As I step my foot in front of the class with Miss Serena, seeing the face in front of me makes my heart racing with anticipation and a little anxiety.
"Quiet, class! Miss Serena's voice cut true to the chatter. We have a new student joining us today. Please welcome Abigirl ."
I took a deep breath, trying to calm my nerves as I scan the sea of strange faces in front of me. my voice trembling as I begin my introduction."Hello everybody.My name is Abigirl and I'm...I'm your new classmate."
With everyone's attention on me, the room became quiet. Like a tangible touch, I could feel the weight of their stare. While some of the pupils appeared interested, others appeared uninterested or even antagonistic.
A murmur, like a whispered rumor that spreads swiftly, swept through the class as I was done speaking. I heard bits and pieces of speech, and every one made my face flush with shame.
"Wow, she looks really...plain," someone whispered.
"I understand, correct? Another student concurred, saying, "She's not exactly the most polished person I've ever seen."
Their remarks stung me, like a blow to my self-confidence. It seemed like I was already being evaluated and found wanting, which made me anxious about fitting in.
At that moment, a girl with an air of authority and a confident smile got up from her chair. "Hi, I'm Faith, the class prefect," she added, her tone brimming with conceit. "Abigirl , welcome to our school. You'll fit right in, I'm sure.
I was made to feel lonely by the somewhat arrogant tone of her replies. In an attempt to seem more assured than I actually was, I forced a smile. "Thank you, Faith. Getting to know everyone is something I'm excited about.
I couldn't help but worry what the rest of the year would hold as I sat down. Would I be an outsider who is constantly observing, or would I be able to establish myself and gain the respect of my peers? Time would tell.
"Go sit down," Miss Serena urged.
Okay, I'm grateful, Miss. I answered.
"There are plenty of seats and the class is large enough, so feel free to sit wherever you like," she said.
I slowly make my way to the vacant front seat, my face full of conversation.
Hello Abigirl .Are you at ease on that chair? She gave me a disgusted look.
Thank you; I'm good here. "My name is Fridel,she said.Would you like to be friends?"
I glanced at her, Startled mutter, "Is this girl trying to play me?" as to why she asked to be my buddy and gave me that look. and bewildered.
I observe that practically everyone is on me after waiting for a while, and I'm at a loss for what to do.
"Don't you want to be my friend?" she inquired.
This chick was even pretending to be a big girl without even accepting someone's offer of friendship. What the fuck? They started murmuring. Almost half of the posts burst out laughing.
I backed away into the safety of my book, the words ambiguous together as I tried to escape the uncomfortable atmosphere.
The classroom dissolved into a gentle hum, a soothing and gentle atmosphere that calmed my anxious nerves. I assumed the earlier encounter with Fatima was just a minor blip, a fleeting moment of awkwardness.
However, my relief was brief.
"Hey Abigirl !" The voice cut through the air, sharp as a razor's edge.
I turned and met Frida's cold gaze with a sinking heart. Her glance seemed to be a chilly, deliberate challenge that sought to pierce my entire soul.
"Do you actually think I want to be friends with you?" Frida's voice dripped with venom,every syllable is a well crafted insult.
I felt a sting, akin to a face-slap. My heart racing, I watched in slow motion as Fridel slammed a book onto her head, the sound echoing through the classroom like a shot.
My instincts told me to respond, safeguard myself against Frida's nasty comments.
But something was holding me back, perhaps a spark of self-defense or a dash of common sense.
to my own face.
I decided to overlook Frida's ignorance and rise above the petty drama.
I kept my things with a certain dignity in my bag and crept out of the classroom to get some water from the food vendor.
The steady drumming of my own heartbeat filled my ears as I walked, echoing my mounting uneasiness, and I couldn't get rid of the sensation that Fridel's words had sparked something within me, maybe a spark of rebellion or a will to prove myself.
Whatever it was, I was confident that I would not let Frida's brutality define who I was. With my head held high, I would rise above and demonstrate that I was more than simply a prey for her poison.
I quickly get back to class and head straight to my seat. I drink some water and put the rest in my locker.
I turn to carry my books and bag, but I can't seem to find them everywhere.
"As soon as I realized they had taken my school bag, I let out a loud cry and bit my tongue, but staying composed for a moment didn't help. At that moment, I erupted into a loud outburst
"The classroom,once a hubbub of noise was plugged into silence, everyone eye on me.their gaze unblinking.
"Please return it if you are the one responsible! I commanded, my voice quivering with rage.
"Fridel's words were dripping with venom, and her voice sliced through the air like a dagger. "Where exactly do you think you are?" she asked sneeringly, her eyes glimmering with contempt.
Do you think you belong in a pitiful little fantasy world or your own personal playground?
This time, Fridel got up and picked on my head directly in front of my table.
"You arrogant little brat, you'd better keep your mouth shut," Fridel spat in a bitter tone. "You're interfering with our conversation, and to be honest, no one is interested in what you have to say."
"The poor thing's gone mute. Guess that's what happens when you're out of your depth."
"You can't do anything little brat", Fridel altered.
To the public, she was the CEO's executive secretary. Behind closed doors, she was the wife he never officially acknowledged. Jenessa was elated when she learned that she was pregnant. But that joy was replaced with dread as her husband, Ryan, showered his affections on his first love. With a heavy heart, she chose to set him free and leave. When they met again, Ryan's attention was caught by Jenessa's protruding belly. "Whose child are you carrying?!" he demanded. But she only scoffed. "It's none of your business, my dear ex-husband!"
"I, Riccardo Saviano, future Alpha of the Grey Shadow Moon Pack, reject you, Artemisia Guerrieri, Daughter of Alpha Franco of the Blood Moon Pack, as my mate and future Luna." One single sentence. One stupid single sentence was all it took to disintegrate my life. And the day of my birthday, on which this sentence was audaciously uttered to me, I lost the love of my life, my future mate, and my wolf, all at once. As I'm still assembling the pieces of my shattered heart years later, there they come. Like lightning out of a crystal blue sky. My Mates. But wait... If I am mated to triplets, how come I'm about to be mated to 5 gorgeous men? *** TW: explicit and foul language; spicy content; explicit sex scenes ***
In her previous life, Kimberly endured the betrayal of her husband, the cruel machinations of an evil woman, and the endless tyranny of her in-laws. It culminated in the bankruptcy of her family, and ultimately, her death. After being reborn, she resolved to seek retribution against those who had wronged her, and ensure her family's prosperity. To her shock, the most unattainable man from her past suddenly set his sights on her. "You may have overlooked me before, but I shall capture your heart this time around."
Three years ago, Cecilia was left battered and alone by the man she loved most, Alston, yet she bravely completed the wedding ceremony while pregnant. Three years later, although they were married, they grew apart over time. Cecilia focused on her career, no longer foolishly believing in love. But her transformation instantly threw Alston into a panic... And what is the secret from 11 years ago that Cecilia has always been reluctant to reveal? *** "She went to a law firm, met with a lawyer..." A lawyer? Is Cecilia suing someone? Who? Is there any recent litigation against the company? Alston suddenly chuckled coldly, "Who could she sue? I'm the CEO of this company. How come such a matter doesn't come to me first?" The assistant swallowed nervously, speaking softly, "Sir, there's no litigation against the company. She met with... a divorce lawyer."
"You're a creepy bastard." His eyes smolder me and his answering grin is nothing short of beautiful. Deadly. "Yet you hunger for me. Tell me, this appetite of yours, does it always tend toward 'creepy bastards'?" **** Widower and ex-boss to the Mafia, Zefiro Della Rocca, has an unhealthy fixation on the woman nextdoor. It began as a coincidence, growing into mere curiosity, and soon, it was an itch he couldn't ignore, like a quick fix of crack for an addict. He didn't know her name, but he knew every inch of her skin, how it flushed when she climaxed, her favourite novel and that every night she contemplated suicide. He didn't want to care, despising his rapt fascination of the woman. She was in love with her abusive husband. She was married, bound by a contract to the Bratva's hitman. She was off-limits. But when Zefiro wanted something, it was with an intensity that bordered on madness. He obsessed, possessed, owned. There'd be bloodshed if he touched her, but the sight of blood always did fascinate him. * When Susanna flees from her husband, she stumbles right into the arms of her devilishly handsome neighbour with a brooding glare. He couldn't stand her, but she needed him, if she was ever going to escape her husband who now wanted her dead. Better the devil you know than the angel you don't. She should have recalled that before hopping into Zefiro's car and letting him whisk her away to Italy. Maybe then, she wouldn't have started an affair with him. He was the only man who touched her right, and the crazy man took no small pains in ensuring he would be the last.
On the day of their wedding anniversary, Joshua's mistress drugged Alicia, and she ended up in a stranger's bed. In one night, Alicia lost her innocence, while Joshua's mistress carried his child in her womb. Heartbroken and humiliated, Alicia demanded a divorce, but Joshua saw it as yet another tantrum. When they finally parted ways, she went on to become a renowned artist, sought out and admired by everyone. Consumed by regret, Joshua darkened her doorstep in hopes of reconciliation, only to find her in the arms of a powerful tycoon. "Say hello to your sister-in-law."