The Fall of Bradley Reed (Seasons of Revenge, #3)

by Morgan Elizabeth

People pleasers have some kind of genetic makeup deep in the marrow of their bones that just knows when something is off.

It’s confirmed when I see the screen finally, Bradley’s smiling face and his name at the very top, the last text I sent reading: Good morning! I can’t wait to marry you today! His most recent text reads: I’m sorry. I can’t do this. And the world comes crashing down around me.

Emotion creates lines, and tears ruin makeup. But a gentle watering of the eyes . . . it’s just enough to look vulnerable and earn compassion.

She’s in her healed girlie era and we love that for her. I just personally am not there and more in my Reputation era.

“If you were mine, I’d fuck ‘fine’ out of your vocabulary. A woman like you? Deserves nothing but fucking perfection.”

“If you were once mine and I fumbled that, I’d be furious, seeing you out and about with some man.”

“I think the opportunity has risen, Olivia.”

“Kissing you might be my downfall, Olivia, but I’m going to be doing it anyway. If I’m going to hell, might as well taste heaven along the way.”