The love that last the longest is the love that is never returned.
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She can't sleep. She laid beside the bemused Benedict the entire evening, trying her best to doze off, but nothing seemed to work for her. She tossed and turned, stared at the room's ceiling, stood to walk to and fro, checked on Benedict's bag again if she missed on something and when nothing can make her sleep, Psyche surrendered the idea that she'll be able to even get a nap this evening. She's just full of anger. Raw anger. It was so shtty raw, she knew she wanted to scream out loud and just hit anything. Psyche was cold all over in wrath, she thought she can't handle it. It was like nothing could have prepared her for this and she simply wished that the rage in her heart would simply go away. Maybe because she was made to believe that it was OK to live around with a husband, while he brought with him his true love? And when she realized that it wasn't OK, suddenly she felt betrayed. Especially when she saw their bodies close like that in an image posted on social media? And just remembering how her adopted son's eyes went gloomy, maybe the kid had an idea that something was wrong in the picture, had her anger heightened in a new different kind of level. A level that even Richard Armani shouldn't dare cross.
It was already 4:05 AM and Psyche felt herself already snoozing beside Benedict, when she heard the familiar loud roar of Richard Armani's silver Ferrari just out the palace wooden door entrance. It was like a sugar rush, Psyche hurriedly stood, grabbed her bathrobe and walked out of her room and see if it was her husband, or just Victor. She stood on top of the grand staircase, like a real wife with the most impassioned face, watching there on what's happening next, when the door opened loudly. Psyche's hands instantly grabbed the front part of her robe when from that point on, she saw her husband carrying Dee like an unconscious babe on his arms, while the woman's comatose state had her long legs showing with that tiny little dress not really helping at all. Psyche was itching to run the stairs down and pull hysterics on Richard Armani! She was so blinded with rage and jealousy, she knew she should immediately take action on it, especially when the man didn't even notice her presence, when he almost walk and run the distance going to the master's bedroom, like he was so sick worried of what's happening to his visitor. Seriously, these two had already crossed her limits and it is high time that she act on it. This was just Dee's first day in the palace and she can't stomach it! Following her troubled husband was Jake and Mang Julio.
" Jake? Mang Julio? What happened to Dee? "
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" Love Untitled " ~ The Road To Your Heart ~ BOOK FIVE
RomancePsyche Alexis Amandi-Ernestine Saavedra hungered for great revenge and she saw him as the best ticket to plot her longtime desire to ruin a life. Unprepared though, she wasn't expecting the guy to look beyond as handsome. The dimpled Vice President...