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CHAPTER 72.MADDY'S POINT OF VIEW.We unloaded everything onto the counter. It took the cashier a few minutes to scan through all the items we had picked, from clothing to groceries.“It’s a total of $59,550, miss,” the lady said with a soft smile.“Cash or card, miss?” she asked.“Card,” I replied, taking out Rowan's limitless card and passing it to her.She took the card and stared at it for a few moments, deep lines forming on her forehead.She turned to me. “Please, miss, where did you get this card from?”I blinked a few times, feeling the tension rise. “Why do you ask? Is there a problem with the card?”She shook her head. “Not really. I'm just curious as to where you got the card. Is it yours?”“Yes!” I answered firmly. “It belongs to me. Please slot in the card and take your money; we don’t have the whole day here.”Unease washed over me as I noticed the way she was scrutinizing the card. She flipped it back and forth, her eyes shifting between it and my face as if she were p

CHAPTER 74.MADDY'S POINT OF VIEW Once the manager turned the corner, the voice inside my head screamed that it was time to run.Escaping was my only option right now. If I took to my heels and made it to the driveway on time, Vanessa would join me. We could go elsewhere, shop, and then Alpha Rowan could send one of his guys to retrieve his card from them.I swallowed hard, my eyes darting around the place. People were beginning to fill the mall, clustering side by side, watching us.The cashier still had a satisfactory smirk plastered on her ugly face. I had no time to pay her any attention right now. I scanned the area, searching for the best escape route.But wouldn’t running make me look even more like a thief?What if they chased us?Different thoughts swirled in my mind, and I could feel Vanessa's intense gaze on me. I knew she was angry and had a lot of questions to ask, but thankfully, even without full

MADDY'S POINT OF VIEW.I tried to pretend that I hadn't seen him, but his eyes bore holes into my body.“So Maddy, how is your friend?” Sloane asked, a hint of interest in her tone. “Dad said you went to see your friend.”I blinked a few times, confusion marring my features. But before I could respond, DeShawn's voice cut through.“Babe…” he called, and Sloane tilted her head, turning to him. “Come see this. I think you'd love it for our wedding.”Sloane flashed me a smile and hastened across the room to see what he had to show her on the phone about their wedding.I tried to look away and not look at them, but I just couldn’t help looking. The way he wrapped his hand around her shoulder while showing her what he wanted to show on the phone made my stomach twist—not just in pain but in exhaustion mixed with confusion. How is he planning his wedding with the Alpha's daughter and still frequents my house and calls my dad his father-in-law?I'm just tired of it all. I am also tired of th

CHAPTER 8.SHE CANNOT BE OUR OLD LADY. ~RIPPER'S POV~The whole place went dead silent and every eye fixed on me.I drew in a deep breath, trying to wrap my head around what was happening.He didn't tell me he’d be getting married. Our last conversation had been a kiss on my forehead.Drew didn’t tell me he’d pick up some little girl as his old lady.We had promised each other: no marriage until our reign as President and VP of SOC was over.He betrayed me. He married her yesterday—the same yesterday we’d made love over the counter.No vows, no promises—only the reassurance that he was still with the plan.Our plans weren’t much: to leave California, disappear to Mykonos where no one knows us, build a life together. No kids. Just what we’d always wanted.He’d joke sometimes about a lavender marriage—marry some random woman so the brothers would stop asking questions.It was only meant to be a joke. Only a joke… or so I thought—until now.My gaze slid to the little girl he’

WHAT KIND OF RELATIONSHIP DOES HE HAVE WITH WARRICK? ~ASHLEY’S POV~As I drew closer to the room, I realized it was Ripper.He was sobbing—openly, uncontrollably. He hugged the cold corpse gently, tears slipping down his cheeks as if they’d been waiting behind his ribs for permission to fall.My breath caught in my throat.I’d never seen a man that big cry like this.Matt didn’t cry this deep when Daisy died.Ripper knelt beside the bed, his forehead pressed against Warrick’s still chest. His massive shoulders shook with every sob. He cried like someone who’d lost something vital—something irreplaceable.He must’ve been close to Warrick.I stood frozen in the doorway, unable to move… unable to look away. Part of me wanted to help, the way he’d helped me out there. But I didn’t feel the need to interrupt him. If anything, I just wanted to watch—discreetly.This wasn’t pain without love. This was grief that came from love.He rose slowly, pressed a kiss to Warrick’s for