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Then his expression became cold again. “Listen carefully.” he suddenly said and I nodded automatically. “Nobody at school must know about this, not a single soul. I am not your step brother, we don't live together. We are not related and I don't know someone as lame as you. If you as much as breathe this to anyone, I will ruin you I promise.”

Jason looked at his best friend and shook his head, a mixture of pity and annoyance passing through his sharp eyes. Hiram let out a heavy, exhausted sigh, pinching the bridge of his nose as he watched his sister's retreating figure. It was entirely clear to them that Vivica wanted to get rid of Brooklyn because of Preston. She wasn't fighting a janitor; she was desperately attempting to destroy the nominal wife who had hijacked the honeymoon suite she had custom-designed. In Brooklyn’s office, as her watch ticked to 17:45, Brooklyn neatly packed her designer handbag and quickly stepped out of her office. She drove straight through the afternoon traffic to Dr Barbara Leroy, the Forensic Psych

I muttered. She walked over and patted my shoulder, her tone shifting. "Your stepbrother's a bitch. He didn't even bother explaining himself, acting like some jealous ex-or worse, like an alpha king. He was completely out of line, and he needs to be confronted." I arched a brow at her. She had no idea who my stepbrother really was. "Have you ever heard of Christopher Gravemoor?" I asked quietly. Her eyes widened. "You mean Christopher Gravemoor? The hottest bachelor alive? The mafia king with those eyes and those arms-oh my God..." Her voice trailed into a dreamy sigh before snapping back to shock. Her gaze locked on mine, realization hitting her hard.

I'm up on my feet as I walk to stand behind Fabrico. "Hi, I'm Selene Brooks" I stretch my hand toward Liano, not sure why I did that and Fabrico is looking at me like I've gone bonkers. "Oh I know who you are, Miss Brooks" Liano smirked, taking my hand and kissing the back. Fabrico pulls me away from his brother. "Shut your fucking mouth Liano. And get out!" He reprimands. "I need juicy details first" Liano said, taking a seat on the comforter. What now?

j e a n I was left alone in the manor as everyone is attending Dante's funeral. They had his body cremated and made the people believe that Dante had his last breath due to his illness. None of the witnesses spoke about what truly happened in the Morettis. I don't even feel mournful towards the man who was killed by his own son. He killed Matt every day by not treating him as a son and included me to their messy fiasco for choosing me as his son's bride.

My brother couldn't be obsessed with me. The last person to let obsess over me was Kester Hamilton. He'd kill every man who dares look my way. "No... Kester..." I whispered, pushing against him, but his hand moved from my face to my waist, holding me flush against his hard chest. "Don’t say my name like that,” he interrupted, his voice lowering into something darker, more intimate. “You belong to me, Kasmine. You’ve always belonged to me. No other man has the right to look at you, talk to you, breathe the same air as you.”

Same,” Amelia said, her attention still on Jenna.After that the waiter approached Brooke, who was sitting at the most inconspicuous table in the cafe, to ask her what she wanted to order.“Can I take your ord…” Before the waiter could finish talking, she was violently shushed by Brooke, who was trying her best not to draw Jenna and Amelia’s attention to herself.“Shhhhhhhh,” she said, and she pushed the waiter away; she then let out a sigh of relief once the waiter walked away.Amelia began to talk again when the waiter went back to the counter to get their orders.“What are we going to do about this, Jenna? We cannot have Adrien’s sister hating you before he falls in love with you,” Amelia said

"No idea, but he looks like actor, so handsome." Brooklyn smirked, her red lips curving upward. "My favorite kind." She flicked her hair over her shoulder, her gaze lingering on him. Edward could feel her eyes on him, just as he had planned. He didn’t look her way immediately, instead taking a slow sip of his drink, his demeanor cool and detached. When he finally allowed himself to glance in her direction, it was brief, calculated—a flicker of acknowledgment that was gone as quickly as it appeared. The subtle act was enough to light a spark in Brooklyn. Intrigued, she made her way to the bar, her heels clicking against the floor. She slid onto the stool next to him, her movements deliberate.

Bentley pointed out. “Once we were married, yes. I was a bastard to her as well. Her sweetness changed me.” I scrubbed my face, feeling weary, all the joy of the day eclipsed by this event. “The name Juliet Brennan sounded familiar, but there is no solid memory of her—at least, not yet.” “You’re in shock,” Maddox said, his look of understanding almost breaking me.

She stood there stunned, unable to move even though she knew she probably should, but her feet were rooted to the floor. The lady tilted her head a little further back and a gasp escaped Brooklyn’s lips as she realized that it was Brianna stars, the leading star actress in the movie. She couldn’t believe that she just walked in on Jason and Brianna going at it in the room. But as Brianna shifted again, Brooklyn’s body suddenly went cold as she caught a glimpse of the man, and it definitely wasn’t Jason Kamryn. Brianna stars was having an affair with her fiancé’s brother.