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Luke's mind was running out of answers to his questions.
Was Vasheronne dead?
Why was Malik being defended by their family lawyer?
Why did Thomas Parker want Vasheronne?
What was Siva doing on theranch on the night of Vasheronne's disappearance?
Why did Peter get beaten up real bad before he got stolen from hospital?
Was Veronica sane?
Where did Nina go to?
Was Nina sick?
Why was his father always on the phone taking international calls?
What was really going on between Harold and his sister?
Sighing, he walked towards the room Charonne lived in. He could still see some of her things there. Sighing, he sat on her bed.
Someone had died here.
The person who died here was to be his wife.
Yet she cheated.
Then she died. Got stabbed in that treacherous heart... erm, stomach... what? He couldn't stay mad at her. He still loved her.
He noticed a piece of paper that had something written on it... he could tell it was... Spanish?!
eres tu
como tu
solo tu
huh?!
He moved to another part of the room and entered the bathroom. It smelt fragrant. Like her. In life and in death.
He walked back and sat on the bed. He opened a drawer because he saw a ribbon sticking out of it.
The ribbon! He had seen it before! Vasheronne had a matching set!
Why did Charlotte have one? Did they exchange them?
He pulled out the drawer only for him to see a journal. It was bound in leather.
Her name was embossed in gold.
Charlotte De Grande-Montague
His mind was itching for him to read it, while begging him to take the ribbon with him.
Vasheronne would love for you to have it.
He would love for him to have it.
He would have to go through the diary. He knew it was wrong but he knew that it was the only way he'd know for sure if Charlotte and Vasheronne spoke about anything.
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12/01
I met Vasheronne. Or was her name Vaseline? No... what I do know is that she is pretty attractive. If she was not a slave, she'd be the Queen of a Kingdom North of the French Riviera.
Luke showed me round when Veronica got into one of her famous awful moods. She went straight to make fun of the new foreman
Well, Luke told me he's new... he has such a jawline! I was told his name is Milk. Funny weird name, huh?
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SLAVE OF THE HEART
FantasyWill Vasheronne ever find her way back home? Will she fall in love? Will she find a reason to hold on when everything tumbles down? Will she ever meet her family again? Find out in SLAVE OF THE HEART.