Yara. " The fight that you got into years ago?" My mom asked, pity painting her features as she looked at his pale face. "That fight was arranged by the Fords. The man you got into a fight with? he was paid by the Fords to provoke you." " Then, you ended up with a court case, which, obvious
Yara. It was like he was mortified and curiosity coursed through my veins as I inched closer, trying to take a closer look at the screen's contents. Well, it was nothing serious, actually. It was just a small girl, around the age of seven, cute and babbly, playing with some clay, and next to he
Yara " And why should I tell you?" He asked, a smirk tagging at the corners of his lips. " She is pretty. Maybe if you let me have a good time with her, I might change my mind. He whispered, his gaze strained my way, literally undressing me with his eyes and his lecherous gaze made my skin craw
Yara. " Besides, I am filing for a divorce. " I informed, and shock painted their features as my words sank in. I guess that came as a surprise, but to me? Well, it was even more surprising. It was just about a year after Bryce and I registered our marriage, and although the circumstances were ag
Yara. " Yara? We have the man!" Harper and I had just arrived home when my mom's excited voice filtered through the air, tears glistering in her eyes as she informed. " We have him! Maybe we can get closure on the whole matter!" Before I could even respond, she added, and I nodded in agreement
Yara. " So, if I asked you to cut ties with your family for me, would you still do it?" My eyes held his, a hint of playfulness edging my tone as I asked, but I swear, I wasn't as playful as I appeared. Countless emotions coursed through my veins as I looked at him, as I waited for him to say som