Heartbreak Brings Mr. Right by PASSION

Frustration gripped Kristy as she balled her fists, her eyes ablaze with anger.

The sight of Lindsey drawing closer to Domenic ignited jealousy within Kristy.

To compound her dismay, Lindsey regarded Kristy with disdain, as if she were a pitiable and insignificant soul.

Kristy couldn’t comprehend his choice.

What spell did Lindsey cast that made Domenic relinquish five million dollars while refusing to dump her? Wasn’t he short of money? Or was there something else he sought? Then what on earth did he want?

The enigma of Domenic’s desires confounded Kristy, marking the first time she encountered a sense of loss and frustration in the presence of a man.

Until now, men had pursued her, offering everything she desired.

Kristy had once believed there was no man in existence who could resist her allure.

Yet, encountering Domenic shattered that perception, revealing the agony of unrequited love.

For Kristy, it felt like a resounding slap across her face, extinguishing any desire to continue this game.

“Enjoy yourselves.

other matters

rising

an air of arrogance, she donned her sunglasses, swung the door open, and

puzzled, their confusion lingering in

this man didn’t choose

let’s

her affect our good mood,” Mercer urged, taking the dice cup, signaling for the game

the group indulged in drinks and games, fostering a serene and

Mercer, feeling a touch stifled, excused himself to

excusing himself to visit the restroom, he left

lighting a cigarette—tonight had seen him finish an

delinquents, her petite frame pinned against a wall, her distress

possessed newfound

coincidentally pedaled through that alley on his bike, catching sight

his bike as a weapon

time, he possessed the vigor of youth, brimming with boundless strength and a firm belief in