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"I didn't decide it for you. It was my draft. I decided it for me." "Section six pays me out if this ends early. It's generous. I know what generous is for." "It's a hatch," he said. "Adrian said so in my own office, a hatch with a ribbon on it, and I built it before the wedding because I'd never in my life walked into a room without one, and I have looked at it every day since like a man checking the stove." "That's a very specific confession." "You told your father the specific ones are the ones that cost. Security sent me the lobby footage. I took notes."

I quelled my rage and asked politely, "Did you just say you're from Centuria's Keaton family?" "Another one? Is this your backup, Aubrey Keller?" The girl sneered. "Yes, I'm the heiress to the Keaton family from Centuria. The name's Ophelia Keaton! Why? Do you have something to say about it? "Oh, I know. You two are trying to get in my good books. Well, you're too late! No other families in Centuria by the name of Keaton are fit to be part of the social upperclass besides us, losers!"

She owed him that. He listened. Asked two questions. Didn't interrupt. When she finished the car stayed quiet. The trees had grown denser. The sky pressed lower. "What do you know about what he is," Alec said. "Old," she said. "Older than anyone I've met. Something wrong with him underneath — something he manages. The breeding program isn't about legacy." She paused. "I didn't understand what it was for." "No." Something in his voice she couldn't name. "He wouldn't have told you."

At the engagement party, my fiancee, Emily Carter, and my parents, Nathan Morgan and Jennifer Williams, set up a table filled with mystery boxes. My younger brother, Freddie Morgan, playfully tugs on Emily's sleeve. "There are so many boxes here. Richard can't possibly open them all. Can I open three?" Emily smiles and affectionately pats the back of his hand. "Your playful nature hasn't changed a bit since the day your brother and I met." My parents laugh warmly. "Freddie has always been lucky. Maybe he'll win a big prize." Freddie eagerly grabs three boxes and opens them one after another. The first contains a card announcing a ten-day honeymoon trip to the Azure Isles. The second

My adopted brother, Knox, the heir to the Falcone family, absolutely loathed any woman who fell for him. So I kept my crush a secret for years, never daring to say a word. I stayed by his side as his sister, the only woman allowed to remain. That was until my true feelings were exposed, and I realized he had been watching me make a fool of myself all along. I finally woke up, turned my back on him, and accepted an arranged marriage with a rising mob boss.

At Port Calloway's biggest racetrack, a wager is underway. But it isn't on the horses. It's on a person. Everyone is betting on when I, Mallory Abernathy, the disgraced Ridgemont heiress who won't stop clinging to Alden Van Alstyne, will finally divorce him and get lost. They mock me and laugh, and every one of them is betting I won't leave. Alden raises an eyebrow. "Where's the fun in a bet with no suspense?" At that moment, I'm standing behind a pillar just thirty feet away, clutching my pregnancy test results. My heart keeps sinking. I call him. He answers, but he sounds thoroughly irritated. "You've called five times today to check up on me, Mallory. Don't you have any self-respec

Her father wanted her to do an abortion after finding out that she was pregnant but she had insisted on keeping her baby. Her father would never go against her wishes and supported her wholeheartedly. Velma walked aimlessly on the dark path without any sense of direction. Her baby was wrapped in a thin piece of clothe, it was too cold but Velma only had a simple dress on her. She could only wrap her baby tightly in her embrace to give him warmth. ... Albert attended a business party that ended late and was on his way home. He had drunk quite a bit and closed his eyes to rest.

“You will get the golf club. But why don’t we make a new bet?.” The old man on the other end of the line stiffened but suddenly calmed down as he asked. “What new bet?.” “If I get a great-grandchild within another year, you will return my golf club to me.” Old Boyd let out a long mocking laughter. “Alright.” How could Old Sanchez get a great-grandchild, when none of his grandchildren were even ready for marriage? He agreed easily but he greedily made use of the opportunity once again. “Alright, I agree, would even give you two years. But If I win the bet this time... I want the Sanchez family-priced heirloom too. Okay?.” He greedily offered.

He looked at Patrick and whispered, "We should bet more so we can make enough money from him, he seems to not know what to do with money. I think this is what we need to solve all of our problems." "You have a point," Patrick replied. Both Patrick and Miles went ahead to bet everything they had, including their houses and money that they did not have. Seeing that he had gotten them where he wanted, the man smiled and said, "Okay, let's go ahead." Abigail watched Ivy's wedding with the prince and felt very upset. She said, "This is not the life I planned for myself, married to a man without a job, and now I have to work as his maid."

"Yeah I'm serious," "And what do you get out of this?" I asked curiously. "I get to see my best friend happy an-" "But your best friend is happy right now," "No he is okay he doesn't know what happiness is," "And being married is happiness," "Are we making the bet or not?" He asked. "We are," I replied chuckling, I looked over to Andre who was shaking his head in disapproval. "I raised you better," "You made him a hoe, " Jason said laughing.