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 from

sunglasses, swung the door

their confusion lingering

this man didn’t choose her

on, let’s continue to

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

drinks and games,

Mercer, feeling a touch stifled, excused

to visit the restroom, he left the

far end of the corridor, lighting a cigarette—tonight had seen him finish an entire box, an unusual indulgence for him, one brought

their initial encounter: Nancy, besieged by delinquents,

delinquents, assuming her family possessed newfound wealth,

his

wielded his bike as a weapon against

he possessed the vigor of youth, brimming with boundless