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CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND FORTY

Author: Grace Kelly
last update Last Updated: 2025-05-31 13:25:10

THIRD PERSON’S POV

“We can't miss this. It’s the grand opening we need.” Mirabella said to Mr Wolfe as a smirk played on her lips. Her eyes were glued to the invitation card, and she wrapped her fingers around them.

Just what Mirabella knew, she needed to announce her place to the world: the only woman by his side, the one and only Mrs Wolfe. After this, her son will never be referred to as a bastard, nor will her dignity be questioned.

THE BUSINESS ENTREE INVITES MR WOLFE AND FAMILY TO GRACE OUR 12TH ANNIVERSARY.

Her husband nodded, sipping on his glass of wine, when Valeria walked up behind them on the couch.

“What is that?” She let out, stretching her hand to snatch it, and then ran her eyes over it. “This looks expensive.”

The material of the letter and the exquisite name choice made it look like a grand event, and the frown on her husband-to-be’s mother proved that.

“Give that back. You are not attending.” Mirabella yelled, then stood up to snatch it back, but Valeria put some d
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