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Although her daughter had received all the shares of Assex Constructions and became the CEO of the company, her achievements would definitely be overpowered by Rockefeller Group. ‘I would’ve had so much money! ‘Status and reputation too! ‘But I’ve kicked Alex out and forced him to get a divorce with my daughter!’ Just then, an employee of the salon smiled. “Hello, Miss, don’t worry. You can most definitely use this product, it is guaranteed to be safe for all skin types. However, since this is a new product, there are limited slots for testing. Ms. Parkinton is a friend of Ms. Lawson, which was why she was able to try the product out! Otherwise, there was no way she could get this on her own

he clarifies his decision. My expression darkens at his words. My gaze cringes and breathing thickens. Heaving deep breaths,I realized my hidden morphed fist. "Huge benefits follows this requests" I persuade,he chuckle's. "What benefits have you which suits my desires?. Am a living god alpha Drake. The ancient spirits dwells within me. I pull rain from the clouds, spiritually battle demons,hea numerousl sicknesses…". "All sicknesses expect your daughters" I interrupt. Diego's daughter habours a wired and unrecognizable sickness an alpha blood alone cures.

I nodded but then thought for a second, “How do I know this is real?” I asked, “Am I truly here?” She giggled and got down to my level, “Look to your daughter for reassurance. Then you will know.” It didn’t make any sense, but I knew better than to argue with the Moon Goddess, real or not. I nodded then turned back to my family, “I’m ready.” Before I knew it, I was screaming as I felt my daughter leave my body. “It’s a girl.” The doctor announced; Andrew kissed my lips and made sure I was okay before meeting her. “Let me just make sure you’re okay, Mrs. Levette.”

Her skin burns. It's simily white as though, she is suffering from blood shortages. It's so bad that she can't mutter out a single word. In a panic, I hurry off to a nearby hospital. A doctor attends to her for a while and walks out to meet me. " Doc, what's wrong with my daughter?. Is she gonna be alright?" I ask concerned " She has anaemia but she would be fine. You just have to deposit the sum of $400 dollar" He says nonchalantly

Her white sparkly hair is a frizzy mess and the beautiful porcelain skin is all pale today. “Cynthia! my precious daughter.” She crocks with her dry throat and tries to sit up. “Mother! What is going on? Are you alright? I mean clearly, you are not but what happened?” I ask as a tear escapes my eye and nose sting with upcoming sobs.

Sunny’s room had its own private bathroom. Angela had Sunny sit on a little flower-shaped stool. She sat on a larger one, using the showerhead to rinse Sunny. Sunny’s skin was porcelain-pale with a faint rosy tint—smooth and delicate. Her body was clean and flawless, without a birthmark, not even a mole. Angela suddenly remembered the emergency C-section, when Helen slapped her cheek, forcing her to regain a sliver of consciousness. “Can you hear me? You’re a mother now, stay strong… your daughter is the most beautiful little girl I’ve ever seen, just like you… clean skin, no birthmarks, no moles…”

Leora says simply. I just shake my head, keeping my laughter in check. Diva has still not changed, I watch my daughter bounce back to her brother with energy. That smile never leaves my face. As she moves, I catch sight of the dragon tattoo on her chest since she’s wearing an off shoulder gown. Zeke said the tattoos were natural, and they are on my children. Somehow, that dragon tattoo has something to do with Zeke. I just know it, it seems like a connection to something I don’t know about.

“We cannot act reckless. Not now. That’s exactly what he wants.” “How can you ask me to be calm?” I shouted back, my voice breaking as the tears I’d been holding back finally spilled over. “He’s marked her, Silas. Our daughter is marked by the devil. She is a only five. Five!” My voice cracked, and I pressed my hands against my chest, as though that could soothe the ache clawing me apart from the inside. “And Draco already decided her destiny...”

“This is who I am, Daxon! I am the daughter of a queen with powers and I will be the queen with my own abilities and people will always be after them! This is what it means to be with me! This is my life, so either get on board or get out!” My dad walked in while I was screaming at Dax. “Why don’t you go for a walk to cool off?” Dad asked Dax. It was more of a command, but he tried to make it sound like he had a choice. Dax walked out and slammed the door shut so hard that the windows rattled. “How’s mom?” I asked. “We don’t know. Grant of a fireball at her stomach. It scorched her intestines and everything else, so now it’s a waiting game to see what her healing will do.”

So over the next few days, I completely let myself go. Breakfast became sugary cream cakes with iced coffee. For lunch, I stuffed myself with a greasy pepperoni pizza loaded with extra cheese and sausage. Dinner was an entire sashimi platter demolished by myself. Late at night, I ordered fried chicken and fries while staying up until dawn playing video games. I even skipped my yoga classes for an entire week straight. Strangely enough, the acne that had broken out from all those fertility remedies slowly started disappearing. My complexion looked healthier too. I felt refreshed, energized, lighter than I had in months.