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h my mind tonight. Yet, despite the turmoil, a small s

against the pavement, I wonder-does my mother oppose my relationship with Liam because he isn't a

ic

have cheated on me again. But Dante is nothing more t

, so tender. The love I'd been starved of at home, ever since my family's status be

kept fighting for us. So how could I give up now? Isn't that what D

iam i

e club, lost in thought, before deciding to come here. I'd hoped Liam would meet me there, but he did

I need someo

that person. But now, Clara is nothing but a traitor. I used to

bshell of my engagement. She expected me to leap with joy at the prospect

news? I'm not a child. I'm a grown wo

s door, pulling my hand from my jacket.

ans

urs after he usually finishes work. I'd waited for

e persists. Frustration bubbles up. Grabbing my

door with renewed force, ready to dem

u been?" I start to sho

s, shirtless, pulling

my knocking for minutes, but after my call, here he is

gainst the doorframe, blocking my way inside. His a

asks with a forced smile. "I

s dread pools in my stomach. I push past hi

s-items that aren't mine-are strewn across the living room. My eyes dart to t

er, disbelief c

hink!" He rushes to stand in front

e anger I've been ho

, shoving him backward. He stumbles onto th

e of rage I can muster. This wasn't supposed to be how tonight went. I was supposed to

ry won't be stopped. I'm shaking with anger and hear

o

t

a," a familia

a. Smiling, triumphant, like

He doesn't meet my eyes. The shame written all

my time fighting for someone who

and storm out of the apartment. As I step int

l meet this so-called billionaire. And I'll show Li