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She realised that no matter how hard she tried, she will never be able to save him from who he was. Adams Anderson a thirty-year-old was the rightful heir of the A&A group of Companies, a wine company he inherited from his father. He had everything he wanted. A girlfriend, a successful company and a lovely family. To him, life was great. His life starts getting complicated when his mother requests a grandchild from him. His then girlfriend who was a model didn't want her to break damaged or cut because she gave birth and had to begin working on her postpartum body.

“Look, all he did was cheat; he didn't kill anyone. All men are like that to some degree. You don't have to be so proud. Noelle needs a father in her life. Let down your pride and give her what she needs.” “I will never forgive him, mother. Not in this life and the next. Even if he's the last man available for me, I'd rather die alone than get back with someone like him.” I ended the call before she could reply, my hand shaking as I set the phone down. A single tear escaped, tracing a hot path down my cheek before I angrily brushed it away. The silence in my office suddenly seemed to suffocate me. Reality seemed to crash down on me. I was a single mother, and now I was pregnant with a child,

💜 Andy💛 I sat in the living room, playing a video game on my phone when dad came in, all smiles. Dad: hey Andy! That's my boy He patted me happily. My face was puzzled up Dad: now you've proven yourself. You're a true Del Solo my son Me: what... happened? Dad: your girlfriend's father called my company. They are finally willing to partner with us Me: oh wow Dad: I know it's your handiwork. I heard Mr Achimugu is very close to his daughter. And I'm sure you made her convince her dad to partner with us. I'm so proud of you

Sophia POV. I didn't dare to go to Adam right away, I waited for him until he calmed down fully, also daddy said that Sammy was in deep troubles with Alvin for what he did, he knew not to mess with Adam paint supplies. "Is Sammy a little?" I asked him wondering. "Uhh... I don't know baby. Sammy would probably have a more dominant mate than him, but I don't know if he'll be a little" daddy explains.

Anna admits looking down on the floor. "Like I would give a single cent to that bastard." Whispers Adair. I highly doubt he would get more money from anyone other than from a billionaire. There's still something off about her story, but what she's saying does make sense, especially with Adair's statement. Her dad sounded like a greedy man and Adair was having none of it.

Andrew said. “He's mad at me. He practically stormed off.” I said. “Don't worry you head. Derrick is a drama queen, he'll come around soon.” “Are you sure?” “Dont worry about it, Alexa. It's his company and his own reputation you're looking out for. He would be a fool not to realize that.”

"I'm sorry you had to go through this, Henry." Lucius was stunned. "What are you doing, sir? His family is just a washed up…" He couldn't even finish his sentence before Terrence kicked him straight in the stomach. "Shut your mouth! Washed up? Do you know who you're talking to?! "The Lanes keep a low profile because they're cultured! Henry's father is Augustus Lane, someone even I have to look up to! "Almost more than half of the city lives and dies by their family, and you call them washed up?!"

“Keep moaning around Daddy’s cock while your alpha daddies finally take what’s been ours all along—every hole, every scream, every last drop of you.” Jaxon steps behind me, his hands spreading my ass as he lines up and pushes in with one relentless thrust, filling me completely. Dante reaches down, his steady fingers claiming my swaying breasts, squeezing and pinching my nipples until I cry out around Nikolai. I’ve known these four lethal, dominant men my whole life, my father Sebastian’s closest allies, the guardians who kept me safe. Jaxon Alexander Voss: the billionaire cage fighter who owns empires and breaks men with a cold smile.

I heard Madam Marissa call out to me as she rushed to my side. ‎ ‎I looked up, my eyes catching the reflection of myself in the full-stand mirror on the wall. ‎ ‎My eyes had reddened, threatening to break in tears. And my face was flustered, anger bled across. Only my dark-blonde hair that was thoroughly combed seemed fine. ‎ ‎I felt Madam Marissa's palm land gently on my shoulders, " Are you okay?" she asked. ‎ ‎She had no idea who Nicholas was. I never told her who the father of my four year old daughter, Elena, was.

“Desmond.” “Nice, I'm Amelia.” His eyes widened. “Wow. I felt so, but I thought it couldn't be you.” “You know me?” “Of course, you're famous.” I guess so. I should really start getting used to that. “What about you though? You look the part of an influencer as well.” His chuckle was refreshing. “Oh, my dad's Alexander Penk.” Who didn't know that mogul. Damn. “So you're a rich kid.” “Just like you, Millie. I get it, it was nice knowing you.” He slipped right out of his seat. How nice.