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Bridgett "Steal your legacy?" I choked out, the words tasting like ash in my mouth. “I was trying to keep you from taking them away from me!” Jordan didn't budge. His large hands tightened on the edge of the ping-pong table, trapping me. "From me? Am I a monster, Bridgett? Is that what you think?" "You're a billionaire Alpha," I whispered, tears finally spilling over. "I was a waitress living in a studio apartment. If I had told you... you would have taken them. You would have crushed me. You have to understand me—"

Then looked away like I disgusted her. My chest tightened. “She’s lying,” I said quickly. “She forced me to this i didn't want to” “of course you didn't want this—you did want to marry the richest man and become mrs wilson “. “ “Enough.” damiens voice boomed, cold, Deadly. I froze. He stepped closer to me, his gaze hard. “You think I’m stupid?” he asked quietly. “No, I—” “You seduced your sister’s fiancé,” he continued, his tone filled with contempt. “Then tried to play the victim.”

Gathering her composure, she begins to speak, her words cutting through the charged air, "I am not a whore. I work for him! He is my boss, and our trip to the market was purely professional. And why are you so consumed by jealousy? When you brought that woman home, intoxicated and craving physical intimacy, it was you who cast me aside." Tristan's face contorts with frustration, his clenched fist striking the wall in a fit of anger. His voice reverberates through the room as he shouts, "Why are you bringing her up?" Elizabeth, undeterred by his outburst, scoffs at his question, her voice dripping with disdain, "Why not, Tristan? All you crave is attention. You want to control me, to mold me

she said, “it’s not forever by force. If I want out one day—” “You’re free,” Dante said instantly. “Always.” She studied him. Then, slowly, deliberately, she reached for the pen on the counter. “Okay,” she said. His breath caught. “I’ll be your secret bride.” Dante’s control cracked—just for a second. He crossed the distance and pulled her into his arms, not desperate, not possessive—protective. Certain. He pressed his forehead to hers. “One day,” he murmured, “the world will know your name.”

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The guard left, and my stomach sank to the floor. I wanted to scream at him. Throw the book at his head. But I couldn’t move. I couldn’t even breathe. The door opened again, and Bridget strolled in like she owned the room. Clicking heels. Blood-red dress. A fake smile on her lips. She didn’t spare me more than a glance, just enough to glare, before her attention was on Caspian. “Darling,” she purred, walking straight up to him and pressing a kiss to his mouth.

Her actions are stirring the hearts of everyone. “Younger sister, why are you doing this? Are you still annoyed at Willa? Younger sister gave the bracelet to Willa; if younger sister wants it back, just tell Willa, and Willa will return it. Willa, don't mind that you're hurting Willa, but younger sister has to stop being rash; younger sister is the bride of Augustus Albrecht. All your actions... Upon snatching the bracelet back, Gillian heaved a sigh of relief, and a smile unconsciously lit up on her face. It felt as if she had gotten an important part of her back.

My grip on the pen tightened. The brunette perked up, suddenly interested. “Wait, that Marion Whitfield? As in the Whitfield Diamonds Corporation family?” I swallowed, forcing a laugh. “People see what they want to see. I’m not dating him.” Bridgette tilted her head, unconvinced. “Come on, Demetria. I work right across the street. I saw it. And don’t try to tell me it was just a friendly peck. That was not how friends kiss.”