Patricia Wilson
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Suddenly, a sound so familiar, yet so painfully new was heard. It was throaty, warm, and filled with life. Startled at the sound, Yang Ruqin was quickly pulled back from her thoughts in shock. She thought her ears were playing tricks on her when she heard the sound of his laughter. It wasn’t the taunting and cold one he uses on his enemy, it was a genuine one — a sound she hadn’t heard in a very long time. The last time she heard it was right before he left to attend some prestigious school…
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Zhao Lifei turned around and was surprised to see the anger in his eyes. It burned like a flame, one that she didn’t shy away from. He looked as if he wanted to interrogate her there and then on how and why she owned a gun. But who was he to care whether she had one or not? She knew he owned the XIX pistol, which was quite unheard of within the country. She was the first to break their staring competition and when she did, she noticed something odd. He was sitting on her bed, his suit jacket and tie…
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"Who dares-" Yang Feng’s frightening growl instantly subdued upon seeing that it was just his younger sister. Yang Ruqin was shocked to see his blood-freezing glare directed towards her. Like a brutal storm filled with crackling thunder, his eyes were a terrifying sight to witness. It had a murderous edge to it, promising torture and agonizing death. She had never seen him like this. While he often liked to scold her and Yulong, she had still always felt doted on by both her brothers. But still,…
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Yang Ruqin pouted when she saw her blank screen. After spamming Feifei’s phone with messages and attempting to call her multiple times, she wasn’t responding! Knowing her, she’s still holed up in her bed with no plans to wake up until late in the afternoon. "Why does she sleep for long? It’s not like she needs any beauty sleep!" Yang Ruqin fumed, climbing out of the luxurious black van made for top celebrities. She put on her huge black sunglasses just as the wind picked up, causing her hair…
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He stared at the way her long hair swayed as she started walking away, and the way she didn’t look back at him. Their relationship had just improved and he was scared that she would once again close herself off emotionally. He walked after her but stopped in his tracks when she spoke up again, this time, her voice heavy with sadness. "I’m not a good woman. In fact, I’m a horrible woman. It wasn’t just evil thoughts. I’ve done things beyond what you can imagine. I have used people and…
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"I didn’t drink any alcohol. It was juice." She slurred. She faintly remembered grabbing something that felt like cold glass and figured it was the usual bottle of juice she had stocked in her fridge. She had been drowning in her sorrow and didn’t pay any attention if she got the right bottle. "You drank wine." He deadpanned, closing the door behind her and locking all three locks. "I drank wine? But I promised grandfather-" "How much was in the bottle? Was it full?" He lifted the bottle and…
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Zhao Lifei was too busy daydreaming out the window to even hear the whisper coming from her phone in the background. She pressed a finger onto the window and started tracing out the people below that looked like little ants. She didn’t realize that her emotions were growing unstable as if she was taken back to the version of her from two years ago. She had sworn to her grandfather she would keep her emotions in control. She had gotten out of that black hole and she did not plan on returning. It was…
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Wanting a way of relieving herself from the anger and frustration she had felt from seeing her parents, Zhao Lifei wanted to completely immerse herself into playing the piano. But before that, she unconsciously grabbed something to drink from the fridge. Not even bothering to check what it was, she drank the entire bottle. The taste was extremely familiar and heavenly-sweet, like a poison clogging her mind. Within a matter of minutes, her brain became hazy and she could barely think straight. She sat…
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Sky Arc Complex. Zhao Wenjin blankly stared at the empty, black monitor. His face was stony and hard to read even for his wife and daughter. Wang Nuoli thought to herself, was this where her daughter got her genes from? People always compared Zhao Lifei to her father. Stoic face, aloof personality, and determined eyes, they shared the same expressions that always masked their bad temper. Who knew she would inherit the worst attributes of her parents? From her mother’s alcoholic tendencies to her…
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Zheng Corporation The spacious office decorated primarily by white furniture and steel material was quiet except for the occasional ticking of the clock. Not a single sound could be heard within the desolate room. The atmosphere was suffocating and the tension was high. The secretary standing in front of the desk with her head bowed did not dare to look up. Her head hung in shame for something she couldn’t have prevented. Nervously swallowing, she could only hope her boss would spare her in his…
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