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Then felt guilty for laughing. Cade pulled into the condo. No one got out yet. Aydon had gone quiet. Amaye was looking out the window, giving me space I didn't ask for but needed. "I'm coming back," Donald said. "For the funeral. Next week, probably." "Okay." I said it carefully. "I'd like to see you." A beat. "If that's okay." The car was still. Or maybe everything else just went quiet. See me. He wanted to see me. The me that had Cade's number saved with no label. The me that knew what Amaye's hand felt like in the dark. The me that watched his FaceTime and felt things I still hadn't fully named.

"What bullsh*t!" "You know better than anyone else whether I am bullsh*tting or not." Alina sneered, "Mr. Donald, let me tell you. The moment I'm being kicked out of University A, I will expose all the nasty things about you, and by that time you can stop thinking about staying in this university. Everyone will then discover that the most respected Mr. Donald is actually an animal who has an illicit relationship with his students."

Sorry to rush, but I've got to hit the road soon. Big day ahead, first day on the new job!" he said, pouring himself a quick cup of coffee. Aurelia and Ann exchanged a proud smile, happy to see their dad excited about his new driving job. "Good luck, Dad! You'll do great," Aurelia said, giving him an encouraging nod. "I promised to change my ways and make you proud, haven't I?" Carlos said, looking at his daughters with a determined gaze. "No more late nights, no more worrying about my gambling. I've quit, and I'm starting fresh. I want both of you to be proud of your old man."

Connie will promote anyone with talent, no matter what their background is. In the past, the Damien Family used to make me feel suffocated. However, I am fond of the Damien's now because this is my first time experiencing the happiness and pride of being a part of the Damien Family! Besides, there's the Michel Family too. Dona is an oddball, but she is still openly involved in the administrative work in the Michel Family. Furthermore, she is known as the infamous Mr. Dona in Taadi City's underworld. She would shoot anyone who has the audacity to drop a comment on the spot.

"When you were looking at that magazine, your eyes were glued to this ring. Couldn't look away." "So I bought it for you." There was a smile playing at the corner of his mouth. He had no idea I'd only stared at the ring so he could pay off his debt faster. The cold of the diamond crept up my finger and into my chest. I shivered. But he didn't need my help. Did he? The voice on the phone had just called him Don. The Angelo I knew was a broke kid drowning in mob debt. What a joke. "Three whole years," My voice came out cold. "A Don playing dirt-poor with me. Was it fun?"

something stupid Emery was saying about my four days of mental vacation when Connelly tapped me on the shoulder, “Hey, can I talk to you for a minute?” He looked almost sad and I nodded. I followed him into Dalton’s office and sat down in a big comfy leather office chair. His office was immaculate, of course, but lined with deer antlers and deer heads. Typical southern male decor. I rolled my eyes and chuckled to myself. Connelly sat across from me at Dalton’s desk and I raised my eyebrow at him, “You taking Dalton’s place or something?” I giggled and he gave me a small smile before sighing. His eyes met mine and he shook his head, “When you walked on to our territory, I knew you were our L

"Please! Please, I’m sorry I betrayed you, Don! It wasn’t intentional!" I chuckled softly, amused by his pathetic attempts at redemption. Unintentional? Was that his excuse? My gaze remained on the apple as I asked, my tone calm, almost curious, "Unintentional, you say?" He stammered, but I didn’t need his explanation. I already knew the truth. His hands didn’t "accidentally" steal an entire shipment of guns. I set the apple down, finally meeting his terrified eyes. The fear in them was satisfying—a reminder that betrayal in my world came with a steep price.

"Consigliere, I want a divorce from Cassius. I’m handing back all the businesses under my name. Draft up the papers." The old Consigliere frowned. "Camilla, this marriage keeps the peace between our two families. Can you think this over?" I was the frontwoman for Cassius Marino’s dirty empire for three years. In the shadows, I was this cold-blooded Don's legal wife. A month ago, a Mexican cartel kidnapped me. That night, the cartels blew up my husband's secure line, demanding a thirty-million-dollar ransom. He let it ring. They ended up throwing me into an abandoned meat locker in freezing temperatures. I almost froze to death. Luckily, a butcher stumbled in and dragged me out just in time.

Of course, you also accepted countless luxurious cigars, alcohol, and watches! By then, Donald was positively sweating buckets. He refuted immediately, "Dr. Penrose, don't believe what others tell you! This is all slander!" "I knew you'd definitely defend yourself. Fine. Let's not talk about the money you received so far. Even your workplace behavior is extremely problematic as well. We all know about your affair with Michonne Holmes, the head nurse of the Internal Medicine department." Donald's mind went blank at that moment. He felt as though he was struck by a bolt of lightning.

“What do you think you’re doing?” Daniel paused. “I don’t know.” Donald held his stare. “From what I hear, she’s nothing special.” XXX