I've been a silent reader ever since u started season one n now am saying kudox. More ink to ur pen.

Apology accepted. I've been a silent reader n now am saying kudos

“What you’re
saying doesn’t make any sense.
You’re trying to get me worked up.
It won’t happen.” She edged past
him. Got to a couch and slid into it. She was trying to calm her racing
heart and nervous body. Jeremy followed her, “Don”t you
dare. Why did you do it?” he
barked. She rolled her eyes rudely. “Do
what!” she fired. Her got out his cellphone and
showed her a picture on it. “Please,
explain this.”........

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. On
getting to her, he snorted, “Tricia,
I’m very sorry to have called you the name of my fiancee.” Her smile, her countenance
changed into disappointment
twisted with jealousy and
bitterness. She felt daunted. “That
name belongs to me alone. And I
am your fiancee!” she retorted angrily. He laughed contemptously,
irritating her more and more. “Is
that why you took her away? So
you can take her place?” He fed his
eyes once more. His angry look
revealed the depth of how disgusting she was to him. He was
disgusted by her stupidity. She
didn’t act matured, more like a
sensless child. “You went too far.
You’re all dressed up like her, you
think I’ll look at you again? You’re incorrigible,” he angrily gave her a
piece of his mind. She felt foolish. There was this
desire. The surging urge to hit him.
She couldn’t do that. She’d never
hit the man she loved. No matter
what he said, she was infallible and
will always be. Bracing up, she gazed at him the same way he’d
been looking at her.

What was going on? He had sent his friends into the house and was prepared to confront her. Someone else had appeared before him. Her hairdo, her make up and even her dressing, it all reminded him of Purity. She did look like her, the similarities were clear. It got him looking at her without a blink. He was totally confused. Her unending smiles sent more conflicting emotions into him. “Purity?” he called the second time, shambling to meet the woman. She kept still, facing him. She wasn’t to utter a sound. She’d let him trot to meet her. He has to come for her. Jeremy let out a breath. This wasn’t Purity. It was obviously not Purity. She’d never act like that. He felt stupid having called her ‘Purity’. If she had changed her hair style and outfit just to puzzle him, she had actually succeeded. She was such an annoying she-devil who wouldn’t take no for an answer. He kept trudging to meet her.

the name finally passed through her lips. Tricia nodded in response and smiled back at her. “Lovely name. Just like you.” She’d do that, wouldn’t she? “Thanks, ma’am. He’s in-” “Don’t worry,” Tricia cut in. “I know where to find him.” Tricia breathed deeply and breezed past Rosa into the living room confidently. She was so sure of herself. No one was going to stop her or bring her joy to a halt. As seconds rolled by, she found herself standing right before the eyes of her prince charming. She let her gaze hold his, smiling innocently. She welcomed his eyes running all over her body, as she never stopped gazing at him. That curious look on his face coupled with uncertainty got her rejoicing within her. She felt like a star. He was staring like he wasn’t sure who she was. He was simply speechless. She kept her good work. “Purity?” he blurted out, utterly baffled. Hearing him call her that, made her heart lurch. He finally called her that name. She was going to become her.

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Tricia neatly arranged her hair.She
had a sly smile on her lips.She slowly let her eyes access her
whole body.Sensing her dress was
still in order,she concluded that
she was perfectly dressed for
Jeremy and him alone.She
couldn’t wait to see him. There was something new about her.“You may come in,miss,” the young
maid interrupted her thoughts.Tricia raised her eyes and let them
run over the pretty blonde standing
before her. She was probably in her
mid-twenties, dressed in the
servant’s uniform. She was bowing
slightly before her – sign of respect. Tricia smiled to herself in
contentment. This kind of act she
loved every bit of it. Her heart leapt
with joy as she was going to
recieve such polite treatment daily.
She just couldn’t wait to be his wife. “Hey, what’s your name?” she
asked, mildly. “Its…. er…… um,” Rosa stuttered.
She had never been asked what
her name was by any visitor. Not
even the fiancee of Mr. Broderick. It
really came as a surprise to her.
“Rosa.” the name

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