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Gaby inquired with precise ignorance. "She will replace you after you've finished the mission. She will be the best prototype of you. Let me introduce you two. Her name is Olivia Brianah, and Olivia, this is Gaby Sanroman. My wife." "Nice meeting you, miss. I've heard so much about you," greeted Olivia with the exact tone and voice as Gaby's. "Omg. She sounds like me. Do I sound like that?" Gaby thrilled. "It's a pleasure meeting you, Olivia. A real pleasure."

Nora insisted. Granny firmly shook her head. "No, Nora. All Ariana needs is to rest, and she'll be fine. No visitors right now!” Nora hesitated, asking in a more hushed tone, "Granny… is it true? Does she really have a fiancé?" A fast look at Liam and Granny heaved a sigh. "Yes," she answered most reluctantly, the softening of her voice so plain. "Yes, she does." "What!?" Nora's voice rose in disbelief. "She has never told me about this! That is betrayal, Granny!”

“Girls with more thousands on their social media than in their bank accounts.” “He doesn't, cause I'm not.” I boasted. “I run a consultancy here in Mount Leigh.” I added proudly, even though I gradually felt strength seeping out of me, which was strange. “Oh, well. I'm Grace, Grace Morgan. Lucas's ex-wife.” She sucked her teeth, smacked her lips, and threw the little hand mirror she was holding back into her purse. “Wow.” I said. I wished I'd isn't let out my surprise but it was too late.

in white cooperation Ashe was seated in front of the big mirror. she was being prepared for her next shoot which happens to be her last for the day. She was in a pink bikini and her long golden brown hair tied in a ponytail."Ashe, have you seen what is happening on the Internet?"Grace entered her dressing room holding a tablet in hand. Grace was a new model who was raising but not as quickly as Ashe did."what do you mean?" her attention was on the reflection in the mirror as her makeup artist do a beautiful job." check it out if you don't mind "Grace found her way beside her and placed the tablet in her hand" what the hell is this suppose to mean? who did that?" she pointed her other hand at

The person had to be at least an A-lister. However, he was also unsure about the artistes’ schedules. “I will need to ask.” “Ask what?” Martin had walked out of the study room and happened to hear what Anna said to George. Grace placed the fruits in front of them and tilted her head at Martin as she said, “Why are you looking for other people? Isn’t there someone right here at home?” “What do you mean?” Martin still looked confused and did not know anything. Grace briefly explained, “Anna will be participating in the finale episode recording of survivors. She needs to find just one mystery guest this time, so she’s asking George if any of the artistes in the company are free to attend.”

I stepped back inside to understand what was going on, and before I could say a word, Camella's silhouette appeared, and I could swear that an angel had fallen at that minute. She was the perfect epitome of beauty, and I could swear I never knew a human could be as beautiful and gracious as that, at least not until I met Rita. I couldn't help but take a moment to appreciate her. Her features were delicate, her eyes pools of shimmering warmth that radiated kindness and understanding. Her hair cascaded in gentle waves around her face, framing features that seemed almost too perfect to be real. She had a crop top and bum short on, and her hairs were dangling loosely upon the apron.

"Am I not frustrated? What great crime have I committed that warrants being punished time and again? My rights in the harem are gone, and I'm not allowed to care for Connor. And now, I have to endure the anger of a woman like her. What's the point of holding this position if I am to be so humiliated?" Lydia sighed deeply, her tone urgent as she added, "Your Majesty, you must not act on impulse. If you don't clear the air with Lady Carissa, Lady Grace will take this opportunity to sway her to her side. You don't know what happened earlier. While we were coming here, Prince Caden stopped her, gave her a sugar figurine, and called her a great hero. Lady Carissa was overjoyed." "Grace?" Kylie sc

So does Granny making Alex groan in annoyance meanwhile my heart is still bleeding and I'm here trying to force a smile. I barely have time to steady my breathing before a sharp gasp cuts through the air. “Oh my God,” Ariana’s voice drips with fury. “Why the hell is that girl walking in with a damn invitation?” “Alex, did you invite her?” Nana questions, her voice clipped showing how displeased she is. My stomach knots as I follow her gaze. Leah. She stands there, looking breathtaking as always—delicate features, soft waves of golden hair falling over her shoulders, her eyes brimming with that perfect innocence that makes everyone adore her.

She was basking in the hushed whispers of the crowd. “Is that really Aris?” “The legendary hermit has finally surfaced.” “This is it, Anna,” Gabriel whispered, his eyes gleaming with a hunger for redemption. “After today, Daphne Franklin will be nothing but a footnote in our success story. We don't need her money when we have this code.” Anna smirked, adjusting her headset. “She’s probably crying in the VIP section right now, watching us take the throne she couldn't buy.” The announcer’s voice boomed through the arena. “And now, representing the National Selection, we have the return of the prodigy, Aris, presenting the high-octane gaming server Arena-Bound.”

I replied, before hurrying back down. I passed Arlari on the stairs again and she didn't say a word or spare me a glance , I paused and looked at her briefly as she ascended the stairs, then I headed down. Ariana De Luca walked in like she had already won something. She wore a black dress that hugged her every sharp and curves, her heels clicking against the floor like they were announcing her presence. Her smile was bright, confident, and hungry. “Severiano,” she said. “You look tired.”