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Chapter 154: They Don't Deserve You Chapter 154: They Don't Deserve You Angelia

'He remember.' I thought, warmth blossoming in my chest.

Staring at the card with blurry eyes, I felt giddy as read his text again and again until I couldn't see his elegant handwriting. My hand shook as I set the card on the table and looked back up at the bouquet, I had never gotten flowers before. Another ring sounded from the intercom and I quickly dried my tears before walking back to the door and answering it. "Hi, there is a delivery here for Angelia Hartwell. Are you her?"

"Yes, I will be right there." I had to swallow several times to get rid of the lump lodged in my

throat.

throat.

This time there was a man at the door, instead of a bouquet, he held a box from a local bakery. There was a note taped to the side of the box and I found myself more anxious to read it than to see what was in the box.

"Have a

a nice day." I told the delivery man and just as I began shutting the door, another man door.

to the

came to

"Are you Angelia Hartwell by any chance?" He was holding another box, this one bigger than the

one from the bakery. "Yes," I said, astounded by the number of gifts I was getting. "Please, sign here for me."

Almost in a daze, I signed my name and got the package. I was actually nervous as I went back up, the giddy kind of nervous. I went for the smallest box first and opened it to find a dozen chocolate covered strawberries. Carefully, I detached the card from the box so it wouldn't rip. "These will forever remind me of the day you agreed to become our submissive. It will always be

Riccardo.' I laughed as I read his regards even as tears once again welled in my eyes. These men had made me into a

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Another card was taped to the top lid and again, I removed it gingerly as I took care not to rip

you, cooking isn't the same when you aren't here. Come

expensive and I liked that even more because their gifts were picked with me in their minds. This wasn't meant to buy my affection, it was meant to remind me of what we had together and how special it was. And it did remind me. I remembered cuddling with Marshall after I had spent the first night at his

to become their submissive

help teach me. I remember every single good thing I had experienced

fourth time, the intercom rang, I couldn't wipe the silly smile from my face as another delivery person told me they had

how much they cared. This time, instead of a gift, I was handed a brown envelope. Through the envelope, I could feel that whatever was in it was firmer than paper. Had they sent me pictures too? The thought made my smile widen. I felt lighter by the second as if the pain of these past days was erasing itself. I didn't care so much about the gift, their words were

apartment. The other gifts were momentarily forgotten as I opened the envelope, excited to see what else they had up their sleeves. I was careful as I reached inside and took it out. I laughed happily as I felt the smooth content with my fingers. It was a picture. It took me a moment to register what I was looking at but when I did, my heart dropped. It was a picture taken yesterday at the park. I could see myself standing by the lake with one of my hands in Riccardo's and the one` stretched out for what I knew should be his cheek but all I saw were ruined paper because

the ruined picture as a shock took hold of me. I could feel at least two more pictures underneath this one but I was afraid to look. Steeling myself, I picked up the top one and put it

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was also scratched out. I forced myself to look at the next one, knowing that it would be one of Kingston and me and I was right. It was also from the day before yesterday at the cafe. He was holding me while I was sobbing into his chest. I couldn't see his face behind the ruined paper. With shaky legs, I collapsed on the couch and the

whimper escaped me when I saw words written on the back of the one picture that had landed face down. Trembling, I bent down and picked

"They don't deserve you.'

hand, I picked up another one and turned

'I don't share.'

eway

gasped, I stopped breathing when I looked at the

a shame

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me?" I

pictures which were currently on the table between us, I