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Kael lingered near the entrance, arms crossed, pretending not to watch every movement Alessia made. She stepped onto a platform as maids worked around her with luminous-threaded tools. Ianthe leaned against a pillar. “Are you nervous?” “No.” “Are you excited?” “No.” Kael tilted his head. “Then what are you?” Alessia’s eyes glowed faintly. “Ready.” The maids stepped back after a few minutes. Ariadne exhaled sharply; stunned, even Kael froze. Alessia turned to the mirror. Her new attire was built like armor meant for an Empress who didn’t need protecting:

Messi narrated the Celeb he carried, she's a model She's more beautiful in Person than her picture have been seeing on the internet though she is unsteady in nature She is harsh now in the next few minutes behaving nice again. I don't know what to believe about her messi lamented "Who is the celeb that got my big brother attention,is she someone i know"? Martin's teased "My time is precious, I don't give my attention to fake people"Messi replied Martin's gave a gleeful chuckle "Just tell her name" She's lizzy by name,the trending model in modelling industry Martin's wide eyed THE NEW FACE OF THE OREB'S COMPANY.

Alessandro Athena Escarra was standing in front of me in nothing but the light pink lace bra and panties that I liked so much. She is the definition of perfect. The way her breast sit so perfectly, how her hips curve, that beautiful ass of hers, and most of all that fucking face that needs to be on Vogue. I love everything about her, from her light birthmark that sits on her ass to the stretch marks on breast, ass, and hips. "I want you to fuck me. Just for tonight, I'm not Mrs. Escarra, I'm not Oliver's, I'm not married. I'm yours. Just for tonight."

I peek in her room since the door is open, and I’m not at all surprised when I find her standing in front of her wardrobe mirror, twisting so she can check out her own ass—which also happens to be my ass—in the short silver dress she’s trying on. “Oh!” she exclaims. “You’re finally finished.” I laugh softly. “Were you waiting for me?” “Uh, duh.” Alessandra skips over and takes my hand, dragging me to her wardrobe. Our taste in clothing couldn’t be further from one another. Where I prefer muted colors and functional clothing—jeans that are easy to run in, sweaters that can help me conceal my pistol—Alessandra has always had a flair for designer brands. The brighter and bolder the color, the h

He wore an expensive Richard Mille that made a bold statement. As he stepped into the penthouse living room, Alessa was already sitting waiting for him. She had changed the earlier fit she had on and now she wore a long black tight-fitting dress that hugged her body and displayed her curves in the most magnificent fashion possible. Her heel and handbag were a rare type that displayed modern luxury and exclusivity. Her lips radiated with bright red lipstick with matched her all-black outfit and even Marco fit with no initial plan to do that. “Oddio, sei assolutamente bellissima!,” (oh my day, you look absolutely beautiful) Marco said totally unplanned. He had not given her any genuine complim

It was her part to keep Alessandro at bay and under control, but no, she chose to fail her task. “You know, when you told me that Alessandro slept with a different woman, I wouldn’t have believed that it was Valerie. When you told me that he rejected a woman, I suspected that it would be a second mate, but the last thing that I expected was for you to fail enough not to see through the fact that the ONE thing that you were supposed to do, which was to keep him away from the huntress, to come out as a failure.” I said, digging my fingers inside her neck. She whimpered and wrapped her hand around my neck, wanting to stop me before a hand, Gabriella’s, was put on my shoulder, squeezing it gentl

I finally finished packing for New York. We were only staying for one night and the next day but girls don't travel lightly. Alessandro was waiting outside the gates for an hour now and I could tell he was getting impatient with the number of 'hurry the fuck up' texts he was sending me. I rushed downstairs with my huge suitcase wearing some black skinny jeans and a white crop top. I spotted Alessandro leaning against his Range Rover, looking down at his phone, wearing his signature all-black suit and silver rings, and his wedding ring to the top of the show-off.

She was pleased to be a part of their pack since she sensed their warm welcome and precious smiles. *** Alessia had selected a gown for the feast, a long skirted gown with ornaments, sparkles, and beadings fit for a Queen. With a spaghetti straps neckline, the dress embraced her body, billowing out from the waist into a curled ball in the front and flowing down like a long train, giving it a sensual appeal. Except for the spaghetti straps, which look great with a little pendant necklace with a single polygonal blue diamond in the centre and teardrop shaped studs. Her hair was pulled back into a modest bun, framing her forehead with slightly wavy strands and showing her creamy neck.

“You’re finally finished.” I laugh softly. “Were you waiting for me?” “Uh, duh.” Alessandra skips over and takes my hand, dragging me to her wardrobe. Our taste in clothing couldn’t be further from one another. Where I prefer muted colors and functional clothing—jeans that are easy to run in, sweaters that can help me conceal my pistol—Alessandra has always had a flair for designer brands. The brighter and bolder the color, the happier she is. My twin rifles through her things and pulls out an emerald green mini dress, tossing it my way. “We’re going to that new club downtown,” she announces.

It is a princess gown, more like a gown for goddess. A sigh escaped my lips. I used to dream of a Prince charming and ask Jackson to design me the prettiest gown for the wedding, and he promised me that, but... Sigh. Suddenly, two voices caught my attention as I gasped silently, and my eyes fell on them. Why God? Why do they have to be here? Fuck! My happy mood was suddenly ruined by these two faces. Camilla and Lisa. Lisa is Alessandro’s cousin. She is probably around eighteen and aunt Gina’s daughter. She is one of the richest people; if I am not wrong, she is one step ahead of her mother.