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At first, Jacklyn believes it, too… until the day she discovers Eugene is cheating—and with her own sister!
It hits her like a bucket of ice water, dousing every bit of passion she once had for him.
Jacklyn plots her revenge. She drains Eugene's assets, then contacts her best friend to stage her death. It's time to destroy the cheating scum and his shameless lover!
Afterward, Jacklyn thinks she'll never love again.
But on the night before her staged death, Swanford's so-called prince, Liam Robertson, corners her against the wall.
Years of silent yearning finally boil over, and his voice trembles as he looks at her. "Will you consider me instead? I'll wait for you!"
As soon as I got my driver's license, I immediately went to the hospital to have my corneas removed.
In my previous life, on the first day of the semester, my boyfriend's childhood friend secretly took my car and drove three other students to a shopping mall near the college.
She sped through red lights and killed a pregnant woman and an elderly person.
However, the three students testified that I was the one who ran those people over and then fled the scene.
When the police arrested me, I desperately explained that it was her who was driving the car.
However, she threw herself into my boyfriend's arms and said with great grievance, "Jade, I know you don't like me, but you can't frame me like that!"
Fred took out the dashcam from my car.
The video showed that I was the one driving the car, killing the people, and fleeing in a panic.
"Instead of repenting, you're trying to push the blame onto someone else."
After seeing this, the victim's family members were enraged and stabbed me 18 times.
When I opened my eyes again, I had returned to the day before my boyfriend's childhood friend took my car.
Every time Havi saw her return with faded lipstick on her lips, a question arose, 'Who messes with her lipstick?'
The question kept popping up even though he knew the answer.
With his thumb, he rubbed her lips and said, "If only you let me be the one who messed up your lipstick, you can be happy, Kate."
"Come on. You're drunk now, Havi."
He smirked then slowly closed their distance, "Yeah, I'm drunk in you."
As sh*t as it is, Havier's first love at the tender age of 18 years old, falls to a woman who is so difficult to love.
We have differences, we are born not to impress anyone but to show them what and who we are.
What if one day you'll end up losing your confidence?
what if one day you'll never know who you are?
what if because of one person you'll be lost your smile, lost everything including your happiness.
Are you willing to trust again?
to love again?
Are you willing to be fooled and played again?
lies...
heartbreaks.
betrayal.....
played.
fooled...
pained...
We all experience this, it's up to us to handle it properly.
smile...
laugh...
mingle...
meddle.
Words that we can use to ease those pain
words to enlightened our mood
words that help us to go through and make our day complete.
MASK the only thing we can use to hide what we feel inside.
mask it hides the pain the heartaches and betrayal
We often use a mask to simply smile to show the world that we are strong. strong enough to face the reality.
“She came to serve him, never knowing she would ruin him.”
“We are not mates,” I say clearly. “I am a maid, and you are the Alpha, which means, whatever confusion happened earlier needs to end immediately because I will not entertain that kind of intimacy next time.”
Draven remains still.
“And just in case you mistake me for a harlot because of this ridiculous mate nonsense,” I add sharply, “let me make myself very clear Alpha. I am here to clean your room, not to throw myself at you!”
***
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I forget all about my boyfriend and allow him to make me descend into the throes of passion.
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