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Then— Emma: That bad, huh? Should I send rescue reinforcements? I’ve got a flashlight and a skateboard. I can be there in five. I laughed under my breath, sinking against the headboard. Me: Only if you’re okay jumping a security gate. Emma: You underestimate my athletic skills. Me: Didn’t you almost fall trying to roast a marshmallow last night? Emma: That fire was too aggressive. It lunged first. I bit my lip, grinning. I could still see her — hair glowing orange from the fire, wearing that lavender dress. The way she’d smiled right before I kissed her.

MILAGROS Cordova was in her late fifties with thick salt and pepper hair and was the resident doctor of their family since time immemorial. The latter had slowly deteriorated in appearance, still, it didn't affect her ability as much as one would think. She was just incredibly dedicated to working at hand; even doing long hours of duty on weekends. "How is she?" Ira politely asked her. "Well, she's stable. Nothing serious, so don't be a worrywart." Doctor Cordova said to him as if that made it any better.

It took a long time for Marie to stabilize her emotions, and then she received a call from the mafia head. The mafia head was dissatisfied because he hadn't been able to kill Jason, so he asked Marie to see him immediately. Marie gritted her teeth and rehearsed various excuses on her way there before arriving by the mafia head's side. Marie exhausted every means to please him to the extent that she was completely drained and barely alive. When she finally managed to get off the mafia head's bed, Marie received a call from Edward. "Where have you been? Don't you know I have to go to the hospital for a bandage change today?" Edward had become increasingly irritable in the past couple of days a

"I don't think so. Why, should he?" Marie smiled naughtily. "I don't think you two are quite there yet, but for me, it doesn't get any hotter than when a man does exactly what he wants with me. I come so fucking hard when I've got Ed in my pussy and some other guy jackhammering my mouth. SCROLL DOWN TO CONTINUE

I whispered to Dorian, being careful not to let Lady Maurie overhear. Dorian responded with a grunt, which left me puzzled. Before I could ask him what was wrong, Lady Maurie was already approaching us, only a few steps away. She extended her hands to me, and spoke with a warm smile on her face. "My dear, you must be Eden, correct?" I nodded my head respectfully. "Yes, that's me, ma'am," I replied.

“I’ll finish this off.” At that moment the hospital room door was knocked. Adamaris and Maria Fernanda turned to see the door. “Come on in.” Maria Fernanda authorized. At that moment a young man with glasses and many documents in his right arm appeared with a shy smile. “Good evening, I’m the journalist Edmund, and I’m here to get the exclusive one with Miss. Maria Fernanda Villegas. Who is Maria Fernanda Villegas? Adamaris and Maria Fernanda smiled at each other. The moment had come. The revenge was getting started.

As soon as Marie heard that Dexter had saved Eden, she quickly told Raina the matter. ..... ....... Dear readers, please endeavor to drop a comment after every read🥰 Also please click on the love sign at the top of the book details to add my book to your library so that you can continue to get an update.. Thank you so much for reading my book, Next update will come so soon.

She looked a lot different than the person I’d known five years ago. Mr Edison showed up beside us. He turned to see what we were staring at. “Marie, where did you find her?” He asked going over to Camilla. He went to her and dragged her over to us. I said dragged because she was resisting. “Mr Edwards, Mr Hicks, meet Marie Brown. She’s my partner.” “Uhm. Nice to meet you.” She said and extended her hand to Sam for a handshake. When she shook me, I kept my grip firm and held it for a little longer.

Marie sat in her study watching it all happen, nursing cold espresso as though watching a tempest behind glass. Then her phone rang. The screen flashed: Madam Jamaica Billion. For one moment, Marie thought about ignoring it. But curiosity got the better of her. She swiped. "Madam Jamaica," she said, smooth as honey. "What a surprise." The matriarch's voice was as sharp as ice. "Save the niceties, Marie. We have something to discuss. Now." A video call request popped up; Marie agreed. Madam Jamaica’s face filled the screen stern, regal, framed by the velvet darkness of her office. Her eyes, sharp as obsidian, didn’t blink.

This time, she wasn’t begging. Maria reached Edwards’ office, gripping the handle with steady fingers before pushing the door open. Then she stopped. A woman was bent over his desk. Edwards was behind her. Maria froze, her stomach turning cold as the scene unfolded in slow motion. The woman jerked up at the sound of the door opening, her head snapping toward Maria. Edwards, caught off guard, stumbled back, his hands flying to buckle his belt. The woman’s face came into full view. Grace. Edwards’ so-called best friend.