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she stated earning a roaring laughter from Roman. “fine, you win be ready in 15” Camila jumbled off the couch with a huge smile on her face and headed for the stairs. She picked out a long black gown that didn’t hug her figure so that her stomach won’t show that much. She paired it with a pair of black flats and a silver purse. She didn’t do any makeup, just curled her hair and was rushing down the stairs. Roman was already ready there, waiting. He was dressed in a black suit and was looking down at his watch.

Deep inside of him, he knew that it wasn't Carolina and he knew that something was going on even though he couldn't place his head around it. Liliana crossed her legs as she stretched the phone to Kayla with an accomplished smile on her face. She kept swirling in her favorite swivel chair and she couldn't help but hope that her plan would work. The swivel chair came to an abrupt stop as she fixed her gaze on Kayla who kept a straight expression on her face.

The prospect pulled the bike right onto the concrete floor, the tires screeching as he kicked the stand down. Lila hopped off the back, and the room went dead silent. She was wearing a ballgown that looked like it was made of midnight—deep navy tulle that billowed around her like a storm cloud. But below the hem, instead of glass slippers, she was sporting her scuffed, paint-splattered combat boots. Her hair was up in a messy crown, and she had a smear of grease on her cheek that she probably wore like war paint. She looked like a queen who had just survived an apocalypse.

Today belonged to the other side of the Volkov Empire — the part that didn’t appear on any balance sheet. Viktor rode with me in the armored SUV down to the secure underground levels. “Report,” I said once we were alone in the soundproof conference room. Viktor opened a thin black folder. “Liliana Miller. Twenty-four years old. Blood type O-negative. Height 5'6", measurements 34-24-36. No major medical issues beyond the hormone treatments she endured for three years. Financially strained — significant debt from medical bills. No criminal record. Father deceased, mother lives in another state and they’re estranged. Very few close friends. The one she’s staying with now is Jessica Harlan — for

long, toned, and perfectly shaped from her toes to her thighs. I couldn’t help picturing her naked. Months earlier, Ryan and I had picked up lingerie for Lila and their mom, Elena. We’d seen the measurement card: Lila was 5’3” to 5’4”, 110 lbs, with 34-22-34 measurements and a large A/small B cup. Elena’s stats were even more memorable…5’7” to 5’7½”, 135 lbs, 36-26-37, and a full C cup.

long black hair down to her shoulder dressed in a black rob. "I have too lilith. I can't let Abaddon steer us all to the Galats. " "And your ruling? " "you can do that for me can't you big sister?" "Don't listen lilith. get her over to me." growled Abaddon. "Bye." responded Hecate flying up the alleys with her brown wings building a shield to avoid scratches. "go get her." screamed Abaddon to his men as they all turned in to there wings. lilith though stayed still smirking at herself as she watched them go up the streams. when she spotted Abaddon take the sky, she grabbed his leg pulling him back to the ground.

They don't belong together. I walked downstairs and Vlad was already on the head chair. But what surprised me the most is that there are few more new faces at the table. I looked at Mila confused. Her Belly has started showing and she is looking so cute with her chubby cheeks. I sat between Vlad and Mila. "What's going on?" I whispered to her. "She is Liliana, King Igor's daughter and the man beside her is Sentos, her husband... As the king's daughter she has a claim on the throne and obviously her husband wants to take advantage of it..."

The person standing outside the door was none other than Liliana. She held a large bouquet of white lilies in her arms, smiling brightly and innocently. "Giorgio, I came to apologize to Bella," she chirped. The moment I saw the flowers, my breathing hitched. I was severely allergic to lily pollen. Giorgio knew that, which was why not a single white lily had appeared in this villa ever since we got married. But now, Liliana stood before me carrying them openly in her arms.

On the other hand, he had seen this girl several times, but she had only recently moved in. "Kidnap? She's my girlfriend. We had a little disagreement, so she wanted to run away from home." Lucas smirked, holding Lilian's waist with one hand and lifting her up into his embrace. "Her name is Lilian, sixteen years old, not a local, and she lives in 1304. Please check if I'm right." "Who said I’m your girlfriend? Stop making things up!" Lilian blushed and struggled. How could this person act so convincingly?

What if Liliana refuses to go with her ? . Kamara B. Blake Love all my active readers💋💋