Her Place in His Heart by Isabella Reed

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I didn’t want anything from them, neither Antonio nor the baby. I didn’t want anything from my family either..

By the time I got back to the city from the clinic, it was late at night. I made a mental note to try to abort again when I got back home.

I booked into a random hotel, washed up, cried for a while, and fell asleep in a daze.

In the early hours, the rapid ringing of the phone woke me up.

My boss at the TV station was calling, sounding both frantic and hyped, “Grace, I heard there was a tornado at that castle you were at yesterday. Glad to hear you are alive. Now go and report it!”

He hung up before I could even respond.

I did work for a very important news channel, and they were aware of the wedding preparations I had.

They even knew it was going to be held in this famous castle that I always dreamed about. That was why my boss knew where I was.

A tornado? At the castle? I couldn’t really believe that, but I would have to check their social media to see what went on.

With a sigh, I got out of bed and turned on my phone. I didn’t see much going on, and sadly not even one message from Antonio.

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Then I checked Facebook. It was strangely uneventful, not even a post from my parents.

That was when I saw Roxanne’s latest post on Instagram–a picture of her hand intertwined with Antonio’s.

ring fingers were matching rings.

the pale scar on the back of Antonio’s hand made my

protect me from my abusive dad when he was 18, his

thought it was proof that he

just my fantasy. Everything was just

lawyer friend to draft up a divorce agreement for the legal

the castle, everything

tornado did some serious damage.

mining, I suddenly had a bad feeling. I found one of the rescuers and I started to ask for some information.

a lot of destruction, but at the same time, the mining detonators nearby could probably

next thing I knew, someone kicked me in the

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into the debris

rang out. “What the fuck is

Grace? Don’t tell me you’re here to catch

have forgotten how our mom died because

become Roxanne’s lapdog.

I didn’t want such

and brushed

I walked up to him, slapping him hard across the face. I focused all my sadness and pain on

of the force. Shocked, he stared at me, as he never expected me to fight back.

I glared at him with disgust, snapping, “I’m here to work. And I don’t want you

I turned away and continued

the pale Roxanne, not even pretending in front

as he explained, “Grace, sorry for not wishing you a happy birthday last night.

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