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At the same time, she subconsciously turned to look at the woman. The moment her gaze fell on Yona, her eyes twitched. She stammered, “Lynch… Lynch… Miss Lynch…” As the collateral member of the Smith family, Hailey was also quite well-informed. How could she not know the first-in-command of Mordu—Benjamin Lynch’s goddaughter, Yona Lynch?! Yona’s identity was much higher than that of hers, who was a mere collateral relative of the Smith family. She could easily decide Hailey’s life with just a sentence!

She made sure that Shelsy's parents didn't appear in the photo. "Well, it's none other than the great snake Deborah. I'll send you the money right now and call you back. You better not try to be clever, or I'll find you no matter what. You know I don't play around," Sondra said. Shelsy couldn't believe what she was hearing. Sondra was truly a demon. She entered the room and quickly snatched the cellphone from Sondra, throwing it out the window. Furious, Sondra struck Shelsy hard in the face.

A soft thud. "Auntie!" a little voice shouted. Leona froze. Her breath caught in her throat as she looked down. There he was. Big brown eyes, curly hair, and a crooked smile. A child. Not just any child. His child. Her eyes widened, and her stomach dropped. It was Dorian's son. The boy hugged her tightly around her legs, giggling. "Auntie, I know you!" Her heart slammed hard in her chest. She blinked fast, like she could erase the image. But he was still there. The past was still there. And it just wrapped its small arms around her.

" You must find the Blood of Angel Micheal, Harness the powers of the Pregan gods...Find the Scarlet sword for you are my bloodline prophesied to challenge The Tribrid in the Chaotic war that is to come... You are the demon wolf " " You are the son of Hell " The Hooded figure added and without hesitation, he varnished immediately without a single trace of his auras... Everything were gone... Collins is now left in confusion.

He was wearing a comfortable designer hoodie and athletic joggers, looking completely relaxed. It was Hudson Monette. The famous, star hockey player of Team America. The illegitimate son of the legendary Hillary Monette. To the entire world, he was a sports prodigy. But to me? He is my stepbrother. And we lived under the exact same roof. Nobody at Fiat Locke Academy had any idea we were related, let alone stepbrothers sharing a house. But we are not actually blood related, just paper related I guess? My dad needs a son to carry on his legacy.

I heard the little boy ask the older man. The man chuckled at him. "No, but I would love to be your daddy, little one." The woman giggled, reaching out to touch Jacob. But he dodged, stepping away from her, his face creased with confusion. "Where is my mommy?" he blurted out. "You are not my mommy. Where is my mommy?" He looked around the hallway, his eyes searching. I couldn't help but smile. Smart kid. No doubt about it, he was Selena's son.

Kyle cuddled with his babies as they watched TV and waited for Sonnia to return. They had 3 babies now, 2 big built sons and Adwoa, the adorable daughter that they had adopted from Hilda.