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His hands felt cold even as fresh anger burned hotter inside his chest and made his breathing heavier. "What about his wife," Adrian asked. His voice stayed flat but his eyes burned with new fire that refused to die down. Cole looked at him carefully before answering. "The announcement earlier says she passed away from her injuries." "I do not believe it," Adrian said. He spoke the words flat and certain without raising his voice. "A man who has held a false identity for eleven years without it cracking once does not do simple things. He does not allow a woman who knows as much as she knows to simply die in a hospital room and get announced to the world like that."

"Don't you see the truth Adams, your ex wife has moved on so why won't you just do the same, she's with someone else now and it's obvious from the way she's shamelessly hugging that man in public so don't go there and embarrass yourself." "And who do you think you are to give me advice or tell me what to do huh?" Adams questioned. Before Bianca could reply, they both heard the sound of a car being turned on and the both of them turned around just in time to see Ashton driving away. Alicia waited until she could no longer see Ashton's car before attempting to go back inside the company, but just as she made to turn around, she saw Adams and an unknown woman standing beside him, Alicia furrowe

compelled her to go back. Throughout the journey, both siblings remained silent, clearly affected by the recent incident, losing all interest in the conversation. Miss Forger, who usually liked to talk, also dared not say a word. She was still shaken by what had just happened. Alice had previously had relationships with both Damian Desmond and Jackson Hale, and now she was marrying Mr. Peter Desmond, who would also be her future father-in-law. The reality of this was too much for her to accept. It was too much to bear!

I read the young man's full name below. Alcovendas, Ellian kiel. A pilot, a freelance model, and a successful businessman. He's currently the C.E.O of ALCO's international Airline. He is the grandson of the late Crisostomo Alcovendas and his wife, Loreta Alcovendas who died in a helicopter crash accident. He is currently engaged to the daughter of the business tycoon, Mauricio Del Prado. The wedding date is not yet announced. It was as if I was suddenly deafened by the noise from around me.

A fat, sweaty capitalist with a gut and a wallet full of cash. Turns out money is the best aphrodisiac after all. I lost. I lost everything. When they finally stumbled out of the bedroom, Rachel could barely walk. Her legs trembled with every step. Aaron had to hold her upright. Good. If this was the path she chose, then so be it. I signed the divorce papers and tossed them at her. Aaron smirked, slapping me on the shoulder like we were old buddies. "Hey, Cole, your wife's something else. Too bad you couldn't appreciate it. Don't worry—I'll take good care of her. And that mouth of hers? Incredible. Too bad she never used it on you, huh? What a shame."

"Only 4 people knew about it, Conrad, my friend Cole who is also bi and me and him. No one else, Cole wouldn't do that, he's even the one who helped me come out, plus he has nothing against me and Conrad is my guy so there's really no one around me that would do it, unless someone found out and tried to use it to fight me, but that's all over now, I have nothing to loose" "Have you spoken to your Dad since then?", she asked. "Nope". She nodded. "Okay, well there's really nothing he can do about it, what's done is done", she said. I nodded. She brought out her phone. "Let's do the video ", she said. I stepped out of view as she arranged her camera. "Hi, It's Alice. So uhm there has been a lot

The noise was like an attack, a huge wave of opinion breaking forward to sweep Maddison up in it. "Is that... Carter?" a woman's sharp, mean voice cut into the chaos by the balcony door. It was Henderson's wife, the woman in the sequined evening dress, and unsurprisingly her face carried a look of shock. "I told you so," her husband, a board member, shouted next to her, his voice somewhat rough from scotch. "I knew he had an eye for... RAW TALENT." He laughed loudly, the sound wet and nasty. CLICK.

"You're Alec's ex-wife, and I will be his second. Is there nothing to be discussed between us? I think we have some shared topics." "It's about Alec, after all," Jenny thought. Speechless, she replied, "I'm his ex-wife, which means I have no relationship with him at all." Had Yvonne wanted to discuss the Dickmans' situation, Jenny might have had something to offer. But she wanted to talk about Alec, and Jenny had nothing to discuss with her. When Jenny opened the door, Yvonne followed her into the apartment. "Have you read the news online? Last night, Alec and I shared a bed. We're going to have a wedding soon. Miss Walter, you'll be there to congratulate us. Right?"

he asked, his voice cold enough to make ice shiver. "I think we need to talk," Rachel said, trying to sound stronger than she felt. She glanced at the secretary who brushed past her with the air of someone above small talk. No smile, just a look that screamed *you don't belong here*. Rachel took a breath. "I want our marriage to continue as it should be," she said sternly, though her gaze dropped to her stilettos. They were shiny—maybe too shiny—and suddenly she hated them. “There won’t be a wedding if you’re still being ridiculous like this,” Nicholas replied. He pulled out his phone and handed it to her, and she blinked in confusion. She looked at the screen and saw a photo posted on socia

There goes the No public knowledge down the fucking drain. “Niccola Fairchild, daughter of Monica Sutclife, who recently married Magnat Cole Sutcliffe, joining their fortune, is photographed kissing Phillip Price. Will the next marriage join the most popular families in New York?” I read and close my eyes for a few seconds, not believing what I am seeing.