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***Raven*** Anthony’s demeanor was sincere, almost too much so. I had already had my men comb through his files before he even mentioned the alleged stalking. It seemed his ex-girlfriend was indeed intent on destroying his career. Her actions were calculated, deliberate, and venomous. Anthony’s family wielded considerable power, a status they had achieved largely thanks to their influential clients—Georgina and Eevi, the formidable Af Forselles mother-daughter duo. Georgina’s trust in the firm, and her decision to pass it on to Anthony despite his scandal, spoke volumes. The scandal itself was a tangled web: Anthony’s ex-girlfriend was now engaged to his college rival, a man who had competed

Jana said, looking like she was hyperventilating. “Jana, stop it! You are fucking married! Haha!” Sarah scolded her friend. “What?” Danica reacted. Her eyes shone in envy as she studied Anthony. She looked past him, searching for someone else, saying, “That can’t be him.” Alice was about to speak, but they soon heard Anthony talking to the mayor. He said, “Mayor Lawson, I’m eager for you to meet my wife, Renee.” Anthony looked like he was about to extend his hand to Renee when Danica laughed her heart out. She said, “See! His wife’s name is Renee! Renee must be at one of the tables here.”

“I was very impressed with the material you presented at the seminar. You inspired me to study further the topics you have discussed. About econometrics.” "Pleased to hear it." Anthony turned to Shanon, he looked at her sharply. "Where have you been?" “I took Charlie to play at Kids Kingdom, and we went shopping.” "Wait, you know Professor Bruce?" Scott interrupted. His expression was confused and amazed. “Oh sorry for never telling you all this time. Anthony is my husband. I thought you didn't know Anthony.” “You're Anthony Bruce's wife? Wow, how come I never noticed it?” "I thought you'd read my name at a glance."

— Z A H I R — She bit my finger, can you believe that? I had only avoided her question for a while. I mean, at least I did not refuse to answer her. Still, my wife bit off my finger. I was surprised by her audacity. She did not care if everyone was just looking at us. Well, thankfully no one noticed more carefully. Even though it was dark around us, the flash of the cameras was giving me enough light to cut the cake and feed my bunny wife.

"I can't imagine how much this hurts. I'm so sorry for what you're going through. Where are you heading now?" "The hospital. Prenatal checkup." The interview went viral within hours for her calm, unflinching recounting of the betrayal and the shocking contrast between her glamorous mafia wife identity and her devastating situation. It didn't take long for netizens to dig out my identity, and the entire world now knows the woman in that video is me. Elena, Donna of the Moretti family. Three years ago, Vincenzo Moretti, the undisputed Don who ruled Boston's underworld with an iron fist, threw me a wedding that made headlines across the nation.

The first one said with bitterness lacing her voice. “How could I forget? She humiliated that girl and Anthonio didn't even bother to do anything.” “Do they have feelings for each other?” “I doubt on Anthonio's side. I heard he is married.” “But have you seen the so-called wife?” The first lady asked and scoffed. “I heard he brought her here today. She is around.” Marley turned her head away and stared back at Mandy who now held Anthonio's hand in hers.

“No, thanks. I’m sure Simone won’t mind giving you all the dirty details.” “I have a question.” “I’m listening.” “Is Anthony always soooo….” “Yes, to whatever you were going to ask. He became more so that way after his wife died three years ago.” There was a lull in the conversation. “Hold on. Nori is two, right?” “Not quite.” “So, if Anthony’s wife died three years ago, then who is Nori’s mother?” “Simone.” “No, I get that Simone is her mother, but who is Nori’s biological mother?”

“You stupid girl, you killed an innocent baby because of your selfish reasons, and you are still trying to defend yourself. I blame my husband for allowing our son to bring in trash like you! From today, you'll know the full wrath of the consequences of your evil act.” Maybe Emily would have accepted the slap if Antoine had not called her trash. But when she heard that statement, she wasn’t thinking when she pushed Antoine, nor did she hear the gasps, the only thing she could see was Hunter’s cold eyes and his tightly pursed lips, but before he could also try to slap her or yell at her, she did the best thing she should have done three years ago; she spoke up. “I didn’t push Carla, Hunter. B

"Thank you, you don't look bad yourself." They ate in silence for some minutes both savoring the food before them. "Are you seeing someone else, Elena? I'm sorry for being straightforward and I won't judge you if you are. It has been so many years already." Anthony looked at his wife as he waited for her response. He hoped she wasn't seeing anyone, he had been celibate all this while and hopeful they would get back together someday. Putting her fork down she looked him straight in the eyes before replying "No, Anthony. I'm not seeing anyone at present, not that I wasn't asked, but I was too broken to start a relationship."

Both brothers looked at each other. “You remember Ariana? Uncle Alonzo’s daughter? She called and wanted to visit me. She heard I was sick, and of course, it probably has something to do with this ‘thing’ that’s going on at the moment ... she’s coming with Pasquale LaPenna,” Augusto added. “She’s back?” Vito asked. Augusto nodded. “She’s getting involved with the business. Her husband is in recovery, and their parents are dead. She’s a tough woman for taking charge of the matter ... if only we had her in our family.”