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They told her she was lucky to be allowed through the front door. Sophia had spent her entire life believing she was just a poor girl with nowhere to belong. Then she discovers the family she never knew existed. But instead of welcoming their long-lost daughter, the Resingtons give her a basement room, a maid’s uniform, and one warning: Never let anyone know who you are.

I wanted that to be perfectly clear to every person who might ever think of it. I stopped breathing. A foundation, not a brother, and not a cousin. Cornelius had not simply stolen a child. He had stolen a child whose disappearance would have given him nothing, and I turned my head slowly toward the doorway. His face had gone gray. His hand gripped the frame so tightly that the knuckles stood out like bone, and I saw that he had not known. For twenty years he had believed he was the heir to an empire, and he had never read the sentence that told him he was only a keeper.

In M city, most people who couldn't afford the health facilities and didn't have insurance relied on herbs. "I'm Ivy Wrights, the mother of Tony Wrights," Ivy proclaimed. Abigail felt washed by snow. News about Tony Wright was always on the lips of the media as the sexiest playboy with powerful business ethics and the heir of the Wright family fortune. Not only that, he was getting married today. Her stepsisters fussed over it a week ago when she was in her father's mansion. It was the only thing her stepmother hadn't sold in addition to a few cars.

For example, people like Ian bet on the most popular horses and invested a lot of money in the early stage, making the illusion that horse number 1 was the most popular. That’s why he lost so much money. Back to Ian, who believes that he will win, he rubbed his palms and asked us, “Then how much will you bet?” Zion and I looked at each other. “Nadia can bet a lot of money, right?” Zion asked me. “Of course, I didn’t come here without money. I am the heiress of the Wyatt corporation after all. “Then how much?” Ian asked. “$3 million,” I said.

“But they’re still gonna kick Kade and Colt’s ass in team roping.” “Yeah? Wanna bet?” “I’d hate to take your money, Aunt Kimi, but I will. Twenty says Cash and Trevor win.” “You’re on.” Chassie cocked an eyebrow at Skylar. “Not gonna bet on your man?” Was Kade her man? A possessive little voice piped up with a firm yes, so Sky said, “Bring it. Twenty on the McKays.” Kimi whooped, “That’s my girl.” “You heading to the reunion, Aunt K?”

The applause crashes over the room like a wave, but it's mixed with all these gasps and murmurs rippling through the crowd. People are whispering behind their hands, eyes darting around like they've just heard the punchline to some twisted joke. I stand there frozen, my heart pounding in my ears, as Grandfather's words sink in. Produce an heir? Like we're all pieces in his little dynasty board game? Now I get why Damien hates the old man so much. It's straight-up unethical, using unborn kids as gambling chips for who gets the throne. But this is the Montgomery family way, apparently. Ruthless deals and power plays are just how things roll. No wonder Lucian's built like a fortress; he's been

she declared, walking out of the room with loud thumps. The room quickly turned silent but chaotic with unspoken words. Andrew shivered in my arms and I couldn't bring myself to make him calm. I was confused and filled with regrets. “What are you going to do, Alpha?” Marcus stepped forward behind me. “You wanted an heir… it seems like you have one,” “The only heir I want is with Anna, my mate,” I fumed. “I understand,” Marcus nodded. “But looks like someone came first. You can't possibly reject your child,” he assumed.

I had been watching my 'future fiancé' for a little over a month and he was getting better and better. Thomas Conner, David Conner's heir, was my future fiancé by free and spontaneous pressure. He was somewhat immature, as he was always playing video games or going to strip clubs. He would be 30 years old, but his appearance is rather youthful, which makes me believe that he is going through some kind of mid-life crisis. I see him finally leaving the gym and laugh when I see his face with several bruises. I turn my attention away from him and focus on the man standing next to him, who is practically the image of a Greek god. He was much taller than George, making him practically disappear.

She refused with a nod. “Did I ask him to lose?” She refused again. “Did I ask him to bet you?” Aslan knew it was him but she doesn’t need to know that and she nodded. “It was him, who bet you, lost you, and made me a winner. I am only claiming what’s mine. Am I wrong?” Now, answer, Elena. He wanted to see if there is any fight left in her, because it was getting boring. “Yes, it’s wrong, because I don’t want it.” Elena whisperd these words.

Reluctantly, I sat down and focused on her. "Miss Hailey, please don't play tricks with us because it's not working." Brandon said in a calmer tone. "Why would I lie about my own child, Mr. Black. She is my daughter whom I gave birth on the same day, Evanca Black delivered a dead baby. I was only seventeen back then and had no one to support me with the baby. My parents were really poor. They were hardly providing to me and my three siblings. Evanca came up with a proposal. She offered my parents a huge amount of money and a bigger house in a good locality if we hand the baby to her. I wondered how Evanca came to know about me as I was admitted in a charity hospital. She was rich but I guess