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she mocks. “I do,” Tom says, pulling out his phone and showing it to the woman. “That little girl isn’t his. The mother was badgering him to have an affair, and my son refused. The next day, he took his wife, thinking the child’s mother wouldn’t solicit anything while we waited for the results. My son’s wife never hurt the child and even brought her a gift. That woman then started accusing my son’s wife of vile things after planting reporters there.” “My granddaughter would never hurt a child. Anyone who knows her wouldn’t believe such stories.” Granma says.

“What about Juliane's life? Could hers have been destroyed? What about mine if William had not shown up to execute the sniper you sent? With that, he shut her up and Silvana just lowered her head in defeat. The delegate could not hide his disappointment when Athos showed him the proof that Silvana was the real killer, and not him. Against his will, he had to handcuff her and put her under arrest, instead of doing it with the man who had denounced his complicity in my mother's schemes to the Federal Police. "William has to be arrested too, for covering up for a murderess," Athos said . — Yes, but I heard he left town earlier today — agreed the deputy — Anyway, I think you are free to do what

I knew I was playing the pity card but in that moment, I would do anything to get Laura to spew more information. Laura looked at me, eyes softening and with resolve in her voice, she said, "He killed his own mother. Cassius Ashford was his name and he killed Alpha Arnold's wife. His mother. I don't blame the previous Alpha for detaching and hating his second son." Cassius Ashford. His name alone sent a vibration through me. A sweet shiver down my spine. Nonetheless, my heart skipped a terrifying beat. So, it was true afterall...

He flicked the fairy aside and her screams stopped when her body hit the wall and fell to the floor nearby. “Monster,” I growled through my sobs. “You will die first. I’ll make sure my mate does it slowly.” “You wouldn’t do such a thing to your brother-in-law.” “A family affair,” a familiar voice said, the tone similar to the large mountain of a man who stole me from the estate at True Mates. “You sure you want to kill your brother’s widow?” William snickered a hollow laugh. “I think she earned it after killing my brother. He and I never did get along, but I’ll be damned if his memory, my family bloodline, is tarnished for the rest of eternity.”

"Your wife?" Martin, who had refused to respond earlier, finally turned back to face William. Though he leaned on a cane for support, there was not the slightest hint of frailty in his body. His posture remained firm, his steps steady. His eyes were sharp, piercing, and the killing aura around him was so dense it felt suffocating. "Say that again." William smirked as he stepped closer. "My wife," he said firmly, without fear. "You used her. You twisted her into something almost as monstrous as you are!"

“Why did your wife faint? Is it true that she is dead? Some people are whispering that she is pregnant, is it true? Is it true that because of how evil Damien is said to be she saw him and died? I wanted to say yes to that question so bad but it would lead to another headline. William Carter wished for his brother to die. William Carter promises to kill his brother. William Carter and his new wife were killed by Damien Carter. I wasn’t interested in heading any papers this week except because it was about me officially inheriting my father’s company and Lily was not dead. I would not even joke about that.

Horton was the eldest son, so children were very important to him. She thought Horton loved her as much as she loved him. Unexpectedly, not only did he have a mistress on the side, their lovechild was even older than their daughter. Yvette, who could not tolerate her husband’s betrayal, suffered from a bipolar psychotic disorder and ended her own life by self-immolation. William Sandler would never forget the scene of his mother being consumed by the raging flames. From that moment, William vowed that he would never forgive Horton for the remainder of his life.

I ask my dad. “I mean, he killed Will one evening. No one knew it. He rolled him up in a carpet and put him in the trunk. The next day, he took his wife on a picnic. Your Aunt Mary, do you remember her?” He pauses, and I realize that I do. The face of a beautiful woman with dark hair and big blue eyes comes to mind. “Aunt Mary….” I nod. “It’s been so long since I even thought of her. Wh-what happened to her?”

And no one came to console me but strangely three women who are his mother, aunt, and sister were consoling that particular woman while I am staring at them as a lost cause. I don't even know whether I have to cry or not. Not once we had a good interaction with each other. The last time I was terrified to the bones listening to his words. What kind of husband would offer his wife to his friends? I was so afraid about this marriage. I even planned to get myself killed if he anytime would offer me to his friends.

The shithole ended the call on hearing his voice. William met him in his office a few days ago, and pissed him off by giving him stories about his past with Kayla. How Kayla robbed him through sexual means, how she became his strumpet just for money. Anthony didn’t believe him. The woman he married was a virgin as long as he could remember. But seeing how serious William had become about it, all he could think of was that Kayla might be guilty. He couldn’t imagine Kayla satisfying Williams through other sexual means. God, he was getting overly riled up.