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Anderson took a sip of orange juice then looked back at the book he was reading. -10 Steps to Say Love-, is the title of the book he is reading. "Hey! Are you sure you don't want to swim? If you don't stop reading that book, I'll splash you! Come on, you said you wanted to swim. Why now I'm the one swimming and you're reading instead?" Leonardo shouted from the pool not far from where Anderson sat. Anderson didn't answer. He just waved his hand without looking at Leonardo and continued reading. He plans to tell Zivanna his feelings before Zivanna leaves the hospital. "Hmm, I have to practice." Anderson said alone. "Which woman made you like this?" Suddenly Leonardo was in front of Anderson.

sofa. "Is anderson still asleep?" He asked with a smile. "Yes, it's better that you just wake him up" andrea replied smiling. "All right" andrea replied smiling. "Anyway, is wilson? Still sleeping? He asked smiling. "Wilson left early because he had an important place to go for business" andrea smiled. "Is that so? Well, good for him" he said smiling. He went to anderson's room and saw the child sleeping soundly. She smiled as she watched anderson's gentle face. He is not a real child but he cannot deny that he loves this child very much. He sat down next to anderson and held his hand. He stroked Anderson's hair and slowly opened his eyes and looked at him. He was glad to see him. "Daddy?" Anderson said smiling. "Yes son I'm here. I'll pick you up because we're going for a walk because I'm going to take you for a walk like what we did before" he said smiling. "Really? Anderson asked with a smile. Anderson was really happy with what he said because he already misses his daddy. You don't know how much you made me happy daddy "Anderson replied smiling. "I want to make you happy son so hurry up and get ready now" he said smiling. Marta suddenly entered and was surprised and smiled when she saw Oliver. "Sir, you're here. Goodmorning. Have you been here before?" Marta said smiling. "Yeah Marta.goodmorning to you too" she replied smiling. "Sister Marta, do you see my favorite shirt I always wear when I go out?" Anderson asked Marta with a smile. "Yes, I washed it yesterday, I'm just ready anderson" Marta replied smiling. Just a few moments later, Anderson finished getting dressed and they immediately said goodbye to Andrea before leaving. He first kissed her on the cheek while Anderson kissed his mommy. "Mommy we're leaving" Anderson smiled goodbye. "

She displays on him; her cute eyes didn’t like him anymore. Anderson is now at Sunshine’s head. His feet are so ponderous, yet his heart is so small like an apple. His mind contemplates; what might be the reaction. So far, the woman didn’t react of what he is currently doing. “Do you see me? I think, you didn’t recognize to my image, “Anderson said. “Honestly, I am gladly recognizing to your image, yet I’m getting tired to put my feet under this soil. I am desiring to move forward to my hometown,” Sunshine said.

Mrs Anderson The clatter of Mr Anderson’s shoes echoed through the hallway before he burst into the bedroom. His face was pale, and his usually composed demeanor was replaced with panic. Mrs Anderson looked up from her book, frowning at the sight of him. "What happened?" she asked, setting the book down on her lap. Mr Anderson ran a hand through his hair, pacing the room like a caged animal. His phone buzzed again, but he ignored it. “A lot,” he muttered under his breath before turning toward her, his eyes wide with disbelief. "Everything’s going wrong."

Rebecca was sitting in the living room, reading a book and sipping on a cup of tea, when Andreas came in. Andreas looked exhausted and collapsed on the sofa next to her. "Hey," he said, walking over to her and sitting down on the couch. "Hey," she replied, looking up from her book and smiling. "What are you reading?" he asked, leaning over to see the cover of the book. "It's just a novel, nothing too exciting," she said, closing the book and setting it down on her lap.

Syrus opened it and got the biggest shock of his life. “Mr. Syrus, Anderson is dead.”

I can’t believe I’m having a baby with this annoying guy. He placed Andrea down and we both holding her hands while strolling inside the house. “Have you eaten anything yet, princess?” I questioned, remembering that it was lunch hour. “Not yet, mommy but I heard my tummy say she is hungry.” I laughed at how she formed her sentence. “Is the little Anderson inside your tummy hungry too?” She glanced up at me with a curious look on her face. “Hmm, I guess so.”

Victor’s POV I caught Anderson’s scent. It was laced with grief and rage. He stepped out of the door, answering a call. He shut the door behind him. As soon as he saw me, he dismissed the person and ended the call. “We need to talk, Anderson.” Anderson turned slightly, his gaze flicking once toward the closed door behind him. “Are you here for me,” he asked, his voice edged, “or for her?” I didn’t answer that. Some questions didn’t deserve clarity.

As they arrived home, a palpable tension hung in the air, each step weighted with unspoken words and unresolved emotions. Anderson moved with a careful grace, mindful of Cassie's fragile state, his heart heavy with the weight of her silence. "I know you don't even want to see my face," Anderson began softly, his voice tinged with regret. "But I promise, I'll do everything in my power to uncover the truth about what happened. I'll try my best." His words hung in the air, a silent plea for understanding and forgiveness.

VANESSA I toss my phone on the couch, pacing the tiny space designated as my living room. My ears are ringing with annoyance. I can’t believe that just happened to me. Anderson calls which was a nice surprise and then he goes ahead to spoil it himself by speaking to me like some bimbo that doesn’t have a life. What the hell did he expect to happen when he said that? That I’d jump for joy? Talking to him was nice but it wasn’t life altering or something that’ll change my brain chemistry and make me lose all my self respect.

His cheesy words were making me lose my sane mind. "I would be grateful if you accept this. Oh sorry, I forgot to introduce myself. You are new here ,right? But I know you. You are Mr. Walker's daughter. But you don't know me, I'm Andrew Anderson. Future Chairman of the Anderson group of companies. Your father and my father are good friends. I have heard a lot about you from your father. And I was very eager to meet you. Finally, I got the chance to meet you." Placing the plate on the table he forwards his hand for a handshake.

Anderson rushed out of his mansion down the street with only his pants and no shirt to cover his upper body. He looked dejected, frustrated, and sad. His hands covered his mouth in great shock as he wandered restlessly. Anderson made a strong fist and screamed, "Fuck!!" Venting out his frustration. Meanwhile, Wanda sat quietly in front of the car along with the stranger. Her face emit brokenness and hopelessness which the man could read easily. He glanced at her slightly. "If I may ..." He asked with a sweaty voice.

He knows he has been coming up with stories and hopes he gets to believe this. “Alright, asking as she is fine and you can speak to her it's okay. I just want to know how she is faring. She is all I have and di wouldn't want to lose her. I won't disturb you young man anymore, it's too early as you might have some night activities you youngsters do at night. Let this old man rest his bones" Mr Anderson said, coughing lightly at the end of his words. Luke felt shy at his outburst and laughed lightly and repainted “ Have a nice rest, Sir".

to see Wilson smiling at them. “Wilson?” Said mitch. “Mitch, '' Wilson said, smiling. Mitch looked at Andrea and raised her eyebrow. Mitch didn't know the set up of the three of them as Anderson's parents and Mitch didn't know Anderson was Wilson's son because Andrea knew that Mitch was angry with Wilson when Wilson left her to go with another woman who got pregnant. Since Mitch married an American, she hasn't been updated on Andrea's life because she already has her own family in america. “Join us bro, let’s eat” Oliver invited him. "Actually, I just finished breakfast but it looks like Marta's cooking is delicious so I'll go ahead and eat too" Wilson said with a smile. “Dad, I also helped Sister Marta to cook our breakfast” Anderson said to make his father impressed. “Wow, really son? Let my father taste your cooking, ”Wilson said to his son with a smile. Mitch is not comfortable seeing the couple set up and wonders why Anderson called Wilson ,daddy. He wants to ask Andrea in depth. Andrea can't be bothered because she knows that her best friend will be angry when she finds out that Anderson is her son with Wilson and

After a prolonged pause, Mr. Anderson began to speak, and a hushed silence descended upon the audience. His voice, usually filled with warmth and encouragement, had an icy edge. He looked directly at Andrew, piercing him with a gaze that seemed to lay bare his deepest secrets. "Mr. Hudson," Mr. Anderson's voice boomed through the microphone, "But I also must admit that I am extremely disappointed. Everything you just said a few minutes ago had nothing to do with the entry that PNC sent. You stand here, representing the company's values and ideals, and yet you have shown a complete disregard for honesty and integrity."

Andreas was using the one thing that Jonas could never have: recognition in the Sanders family. It was not surprising for Jonas to think that Andreas was warning them. In other words, Andreas was saying, “You should know your place, and I have no problem helping. No, Andreas wasn't just warning me and Mom, but Dad as well. Jonas' thought was supported by the fact that Andreas had also invited Noelle. He was a little doubtful if Noelle would come, but he did not want to forget the cold war between Noelle and Bryan. They had not been in the same place in years. Could Andreas' dinner invitation be the moment when they would finally talk again?

THE END AUTHOR’S NOTE: Anderson’s story is out and entitled, *Spoiled and Pampered by my cold CEO Husband* I have released a new story titled "After Divorce, I Accidentally Married a Ruthless Billionaire." Please let me know your thoughts on it.

It would have been even more terrible if he threw up on Carson too. “Dude. You’re weird” Carson who had caught what Anderson said remarked before walking out the room. “Come on, you’re missing breakfast.” Before disappearing down the hall. Anderson stood there for a bit, thinking about the situation. So far, according to the sixteen years of memories he had, there was nothing off about the orphanage. Nothing that seemed out of place and nothing that warranted caution. If not for the fact that there were no kids mysteriously disappearing, he would have assumed it was the classic evil matron. Or worse, the psychotic best friend. Anderson checked his arms a few times, searching for some self-inflicted cuts. “Hopefully I’m not the psychotic killer.” Anderson whispered to himself again. Although he had not have any memories of being one, he just prayed for it not to be so. Anderson’s stomach suddenly growled in protest. Seeing as he was not getting anywhere, Anderson shook his head and slowly walked out his room to join the others for breakfast.

Subtitle: My Contract Marriage Written by: Marvy Hyacinth "Good evening sir" Anderson was greeted as he passed by different workers in his company... Well, specifically, it was his dad's. "Good morning." He replied and when he got tired at some point, he took to nodding instead of replying. He walked towards the private elevator and when he pushed the button, it opened up revealing someone already in it. The elevator was holding his sister in it. "Hello Andy"

“Yeah. Me neither.” For years, their lives had been dictated by chaos. Secrets, danger, and betrayals had defined them. But now? Now they were just two men on a beach, watching the women they loved laugh without a care in the world. It was strange. And perfect. A few feet away, Anderson sat beneath the shade of a large umbrella, a book in hand. He had barely spoken since they arrived, but his expression was lighter than it had been in years. He wasn’t tense, wasn’t constantly watching over his shoulder. For once, he looked like a man who had finally found solid ground beneath his feet.