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Jean was a woman that Jason couldn't control, and he couldn't protect. It took Jason a long time until a tear rolled down the corner of his lip and bitterness was spreading in his mouth and he said, "Yeah, it's good." ... Anne, who had been holed up in her room for days, looked at her phone and saw Jalynn and her studio delete their previous tweets and re-post clarification. They firmly stated that Jalynn was single, had no relationship with the president of Mann Corporation, and that the person in the last photo taken was not Etan.

“That man just asked me last night how he can approach his girlfriend to marry him. Then they just moved to St. Tropez like that?” Jillian tried hiding her glumness. “Sir, why do you have to laugh at me like that? I’m not joking.” “I didn’t mean to make you feel that way. I just can’t believe it,” Oneil said and decided to stop. “Alright, when is his wedding?” “It was in December 9, 2017,” Jillian said. Oneil stared directly at Jillian. “How many days did I stay here?” Does this mean that he was in comatose?

Because not long after they’d married, a ‘business’ rival of his had killed him. Lillian hadn’t found a decent man to date. Who wasn’t too weak. Andre was too much of a weak father figure and he’d not even realized it. She’d manipulated him into all but working himself to death. His daughter was a pain but removed from the big picture. Now, with Andre and his daughter estranged, Lillian had Merina in her father’s enemy control for her comfort? Well, Joseph could handle the surprise waiting for her in that camp.

Lillian snapped back to reality with a sheepish smile, "My husband couldn't make it today." "Men, always busy. He should make time for his wife and child." Stepping out of the hospital, a gentle drizzle began to fall. Lillian caressed her belly where a new life was taking root—hers and Oliver Qin's. Her phone vibrated, a message from her husband: "It's raining. Bring an umbrella to this address." The address was for the XX Clubhouse. What was this place? Wasn't he supposed to be in a meeting?

Later, when Cassian and I returned to the villa, I could tell my words had lingered in his thoughts. “I should’ve thought about how isolating this move would be for you,” he said quietly. “If you’d like, you can visit my sister Jill. She got back from New York. She’s staying at the main house while she settles in.” “Jill’s back?” My voice softened. I’d always been close to Cassian’s sister. Her marriage had taken her to New York to expand their family’s business interests there. “Well, things blew up between her and her husband… She was so hurt she packed up and brought her two children to the main house. She still refuses to talk to him, let alone forgive him. So now, he’s doing everything

His PR director Claire stood to the left, looking like someone who had either planned this or was acting as if she had. "I want to address the events of recent weeks directly," Jonathan said in the video clip. "The speculation, the coverage, and most importantly, the people involved. I have a daughter. Her name is Nora. She is eight months old, she is healthy, and she is mine." He faced the cameras. "Her mother is Penelope. We were married. We are no longer married. What we are to each other now is something we are figuring out privately, and I ask the press to respect that."

The caller ID displayed Jill. She paused briefly before standing. “I'll take this outside.” The moment she answered, Jill's voice exploded through the phone. “Rue, have you heard? Ariana Sterling is about to marry into one of the wealthiest families around!” Rue inhaled sharply. “Then I suppose I should congratulate her.” “Have you found your brother yet? Now that Ariana has attached herself to the Vanderbilt family, she'll be even harder to deal with. Is there anything I can help with?”

She nearly fell off the couch, laughing. “Anna!” She wheezed. “Your husbands are multiplying!” My brows rose. I walked over and sat beside her. The tablet was flooded with breaking news notifications. [BREAKING: Third Man Claims To Be Annalise Sterling’s Secret Husband.] [Another Relative Appears, Calls Annalise Sterling His Sister-In-Law.] [Marriage Mystery Deepens: Seven Families Claim Ties To Sterling Heiress.] [Exclusive Interview: Local Fisherman Says He Married Annalise Sterling Five Years Ago.]

“Sorry, I didn’t get your name.” “I didn’t offer it,” Grant points out and Anthony gives him a look that screams behave. “I’m Grant, Grant Holdin of Holdin Industries. I’m Anthony’s brother, Gianna’s boss, and…” He let’s a slow smile spread across his face and I’m certain he is about to deal the final blow to every damn body around us. “I’m Gianna’s husband.” “WHAT?” My mother gasps, not bothering to hide her shock. “What did you just say? Anthony,” she continues, turning her gaze to her husband. “Anthony, did you hear that?”

“I was the one who started talking to her. What are you going on about?” Then, he smiled as he turned to look at Sally. “Hey bunny, don’t hold it against me.” “My sister was in an accident last year.” He gestured to his brain. “Something’s not quite right here.” “Don’t take what she says seriously!” “You!” Jill gritted her teeth and was about to continue speaking when Zane covered her mouth with his hand. “She’s not called bunny.” A man’s low voice rang out. Elijah pulled Sally into his arms and raised his gaze to stare coolly at Zane and Jill. “My wife’s name is Sally Summers.”