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my mother continues, each word dripping with venom, “that the entire city is talking about how my daughter, who turned down her son for ‘freedom,’ is now shamelessly parading around with Leonidas Thorne. That you’re curating a show for him. That you’ve been hiding him. Patricia saw you together at some little bistro. She recognized him from charity galas.” The world tilts. I grip the edge of my desk. “Is it true?” she demands, the control cracking. “Are you 1that much of a hypocrite, Eleanor? You throw away a good, honest man for ‘something else,’ and that ‘something else’ is a billionaire’s son playing dress-up? Do you have any idea how this makes us look? Like gold-diggers! Like fools! You

Flip said that the apartment had very good security. The man swore that he would not make Grace die in such a miserable condition in an apartment that he bought at a high price. Everything that had happened made the woman slowly begin to understand that politics was deep doing business or having a family, never really have a bright spot to be warm. Differences in the contents of the head make everyone have bad goals and try hard to achieve those goals. Grace put the book she had just finished reading on face, her eyes closed with mind wandering somewhere. For a moment on her mother's face, then she turned to Mr. Charmond and also Mr. Had. For the first time she was away from the people who a

Garrett was too good a hacker to be hacked anyway. Grace’s hands trembled as she closed the email. She felt a whirlwind of emotions—betrayal, confusion, and anger surged through her. How could Jack have done this? Why was he digging into her past without her knowledge? Lost in her thoughts, Grace didn’t notice Noah entering the kitchen until he spoke, startling her. She looked up, her expression a mix of shock and distress, unsure of how to process the bombshell she had just discovered about her ex husband.

Absolutely delusional. Grace’s voice turned icy. “Mr. Luther, I call you ‘Mr. Luther’ out of courtesy, but before you picked up the phone, did you bother to check your daughter’s reputation? She’s arrogant, volatile, manipulative—everyone knows it. She’s caused scandal after scandal, even leaked confidential documents. And not just your family’s. She exposed classified research. Classified, Mr. Luther. And you think she’s some priceless treasure? “You expect my family to welcome a walking disaster like that into our home? Sooner or later, she’d bring the Duncans down with her. We would NEVER accept a daughter-in-law like her. Not in this lifetime.”

He sealed his fate, and we're free of him. Any lingering gratitude Priscilla felt for Frederick vanished. Did he risk his life for a chance to seduce her sister? He deserved his comeuppance and she wouldn't shed a tear. Furthermore, while Grace's bid was absurd, the 500 million dollars on the card was genuine. It was Frederick's relentless bidding that had caused this disaster! Grace was exhausted and relieved. She reclined on the speedboat, grateful to be alive. Frederick was the least of her worries, and he was now no longer her concern.

she gave him a poor, sympathy-gaining look. "Don't pretend, I know you don't get any morning sickness or nausea. Drink it or you will not have your peaches." he warned her and she pouted, taking the glass of the milk and chugging it down hurriedly feeling dejected, knowing there is no escape and cursing him under his breath for blackmailing her in the name of peaches a.k.a her new love. "If anyone got to know that General Walker acts like this, they will faint." he laughed slightly.

Grace’s eyes were brimming with tears. “When I came in to clean up earlier, I accidentally spilled a drink on Mr. Deleon’s shoes. Then, the drunk man next to him also threw up on his shoes. Mr. Deleon keeps insisting that it’s all my fault, and he wants me to... lick his shoes clean. How... Grace was so upset that she barely completed her explanation. She might have accidentally spilled a drink on his shoes, but the vomit on them was not hers. She was a human being. How could she lick someone’s shoes like an animal?

Darcy arrived just in time as she was being raped, luckily before she was tainted but the reporters who were tipped off earlier still got the shots they needed for the juicy scoop. Newspapers celebrated the lustful actions of the general manager, Grace Kingsley who wouldn’t hesitate to stoop to any level to get contracts. Her vulgar photos were splashed all over the net with unpleasant titles. Even though Adam and the rest personally visited her at Darcy’s bequest to reassure her that they didn’t care about what others thought, Grace couldn’t overcome the mental barrier.

The drive home seemed like it took forever- even though it was only about 20 miles. I was hoping I didn’t crush Will’s self confidence too easily. I felt awful that he had went through such a terrible accident that would leave him without an arm, and just when hope was attainable for him to be able to fit in, he was deemed unacceptable by society. People were always so judgmental and and broke my heart… especially since he seemed like such a nice guy.

It didn’t reach her eyes. “Crude, my dear. A dead girl makes him a martyr. She becomes a tragic ghost he can pine over for years.” Katya set the champagne flute down with a delicate click. “But a disgraced girl… a girl caught in a scandal… that makes Damian a fool. And that,” she said, her voice dropping to a whisper of pure venom, “he will never forgive.” Katya glided back toward the elevator, her work done. At the threshold, she paused without turning.