Patricia Wilson
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The third point of view: Annabelle knew what it meant to go to Julie's place by this unholy hour of the night, but then, she had nodded without much thought. The girl knew she couldn't trust him yet, but the blaze in Julie's eyes made her weak in the knees. The next thing Anabelle knew, both of them were in the car and Julie had turned on the heater while she was wriggling the water out of her hair through the opened window. An awkward silence reigned in the car, both did not know what to talk…
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The third point of view: Perhaps if anyone had told Julie that his past would come to haunt him, he would have amended his ways on time. But now, it was too late. What is the use of a relationship, when the one you love doesn't trust you? It was as good as never dating at all. Julie rubbed his hand over his head, pushing both his hair and the water sipping out of it backward. This was so frustrating - this was the first time he was this helpless. People who ran past him gave him strange looks.…
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The third point of view: God was unfair to her, Anabelle thought. Others didn't need to work hard yet got the love of their life, but for her, it wasn't like that. She had to sacrifice her tears, feeling, and time and yet wasn't lucky. Now, she finally thought she got the one for her, he wasn't who she thought he was. "Anabelle!" Julie called after her, but she didn't want to see him. She just wanted to get into the car and drive off to her place. Fuck! Goddammit! She was so stupid! No wonder her IQ…
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The third point of view: Before their date was over, Anabelle realized she had more in common with Julie than she thought like their love of French foods and music. Unlike her who only knew French because she had lived there with her mother when she was young, Anabelle discovered Julie could speak five other languages flawlessly; Spanish, Mandarin, Russian, Arabic, and Korean. He was simply amazing. "Wow," Anabelle was blown away, "How were you able to master them so well?" she still couldn't believe…
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The third point of view: Anabelle was nervous as she stared at her reflection in the mirror. Today was officially her first date with Julie - where they weren't killing or quarreling with each other. Today, they were going to be normal for once and do what normal couples do - hopefully. The blaring of horns downstairs and the ringing of her phone told her that Julie had arrived. Gosh! She was so excited that her stomach was doing a backflip dance. Quickly, she pulled her hair into a ponytail and…
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The third point of view: Emerald turned and tossed all night, he couldn't sleep. He glanced at the wall clock and fuck! Neither was time going any quicker as well; it was two in the morning. Shit, how long was he going to remain like this? His gaze rested on the women snuggled up to him and a special kind of peace washed over him. This was what he wanted; a family he could go out and return to every day; a woman he could call his own; a child he couldn't wait to meet eight months from now. In…
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Note: This chapter might be uncomfortable for a few people. Read at your own expense or skip to the next page. The third point of view: Lily was determined to finish the job tonight but then, when she saw that face, the memories of the horrible experiences she had undergone in his hands came rushing back to her. She had never forgotten him nor had he aged that much - he took care of his skin well - nor did he change. He was still the same debauched monster. As someone hell-bent on seducing…
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Note: This chapter might be uncomfortable for a few people. Read at your own expense or skip to the next page. The third point of view: Fernandez's face was as dark as shit as he entered the club. Everything had not gone the way he planned: not only had Miguel failed to end that miserable gangster called Emerald, but he had also endangered Cecil's life as well. He was fucking pissed off at the thought of what he would have lost - Cecil and his son, Pedro. Miguel had gone contrary to their…
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The third point of view: Maggie was becoming anxious, why wasn't he here yet? Those people had told her that Fernandez would be here, yet he had not made an appearance even with thirty minutes gone. Could it be that they fooled her? No , that cant be. "Fernandez" that name was deeply engraved in her memory and made bitterness rise in her heart. She couldn't forget him, not now, not ever, else why would she want to kill him. Desperately. Maggie couldn't forget the day he approached her - even…
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Emerald's face distorted the instant he heard that comment from Sakuzi and he looked out into the crowd, searching for a certain woman and when he found Cecil entertaining herself with the other women, his gaze returned to Sakuzi, saying, "Can we discuss this in private?" "All the better," Sakuzi said and gestured with his hand in a manner that said, 'lead the way'. Emerald walked on ahead with Sakuzi following behind until they came into his office where no one would dare to eavesdrop on. Sakuzi…
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