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She answered recognizing the number calling. "Hello," Amanda said. "I have the information you are looking for. Ms Ana Morrison is the daughter of a wealthy man called Andrews Harrison. He died mysteriously when Ms Morrison was just three months old. I still don't know who her mother is but the woman she calls mother is not her biological mother. She had lived with her Morrisons for 22 years of her life. I also found out she is pregnant and the child is for Mr Aiden Scott," the person said. "What!" Amanda exclaimed.

I called Mori to come near me, he looks at me and at the Doctor before walking near me. "Do you need anything, Miss?" He asked me, I nodded. I was kind of hungry and tired but I need to finish this hurriedly. It's been a month since he went on hiding and I think of way why but knowing Livv he sure has a plan and I made sure I am way steps ahead of him. I don't want to risk it again. My mother who was the daughter of the first and well-known Mafia from the family of Moreiti has its perks, and I being the daughter inherited her crown as the head of Moreiti that was passed for generations of the firstborn girl in the family was bound to lead the family, it was weird at first to know that the fa

Patricia scoffed, irritated by his constant denial "Just continue pretending you don't get what I'm saying if it makes you feel better. But I can assure you of one thing — I am not going to overlook what you did to Arthur Reeves and what you did to me. I will not forget the fact that you actually married me so you could get my company and you still had the guts to impregnate my own maid and bring her into this villa. I will not overlook your actions this time…" Morris fumed angrily and hit the table with his fists like a baby throwing tantrums. "If your parents had done better, none of this would have happened. It's all their fault! You can take the blame for them. Everything I did was to vi

Philip asked accusingly. Mama Sarah shook her head “no when you didn't return home yesterday, and you switched off your phone, that is when I found out” Philip hissed and glared at her, “you know who Mora's father is, you know his whereabouts?” he said coldly, balling his fists. Mama Sarah replied blandly “yes, I know, but, plenty of things are left unsaid, Mora's life isn't as simple as it is, she has suffered many grievances, without committing a crime…”

Arden. “You failed to tell about the child, darling,” said Mr. Arden. “Oh yes, about the child. Years after that hospital moment, Mom enrolled me at EGP Academy without knowing that it is owned by Gaymo and Galleon, her husband. Then, everything was clear to me then. I got a friend named, Harry. We were too close like siblings. Then, Harry started to feel a terrible headache one day. I had to accompany him to the school clinic. Then, her Mom came. Her Mom was Gaymo. She recognized me at a single glance. She came near me and said, ‘So you’re Marina? The daughter of Fatima and Mario?’ and as a child I said yes. She added, ‘thanks for bringing my son to the clinic.’ She seemed so nice.

Apparently, in order to get the crystal, he had killed a disobedient arms dealer. “He won’t suspect you. He’ll just think that this is God’s punishment for his sin,” I whispered. Damian Morrety. That name meant absolute rule in Zolnah’s underground. He was the sole heir of the Morrety family, a huge criminal empire that had seized control over the borders of the far east and Auropa. As for me, I was just a dirt-covered weed who crawled out of the slums at the borders. According to the rumors, our union was a real-life mafia fairy tale.

I asked wanting answers and they looked at each other before Morgan nodded "My parents were these traditional people that were against teen pregnancy and pregnancy before mirage in general so when Molly and Marc came home one day happy the they were expecting their first child, my father lost it. He beat Marc nearly to death for not using his head. Molly's parent on the other hand were these good people and supported them but sadly they passed away before your mother began showing and never got to meet you. My parents, being her guardian and Marc's parents, forced them to give you up to us because we were already married and had three children. I was against it and told my parents that both

I nodded, hiding the dagger once more beneath my gown. We returned to the hall. I followed her in, my stomach twisting at the sight before me. Dozens of men sat, the Mafia elite, each face heavy with power. For the first time, I wondered why my father is so cursed in a way that he can't own a Mafia title. Then Mordecai’s voice thundered. “Massage my back while I speak.” I obeyed, stepping behind him. My gaze lifted, scanning the crowd and froze on her. A young woman, striking, dark-haired, her eyes sharp and cruel in their beauty. Betty Mordecai. His daughter.

Added recently, when the adoption agency compiled their records. Note: Confidential informant later identified perpetrator as Roderick Thorne, acting on personal vendetta against Carlo Marchetti. No charges filed. The case remains closed. Roderick Thorne. My father. The man who had built an empire on blood. The man who had killed her parents because they were connected to his enemy. She set the papers down. "Liam." "I know." "Your father killed my parents." "I know." I looked at him. His face was pale, but steady.

he said, mirroring what his father always said. I pressed my lips together in a thin, straight line, wanting to tell that boy some good truths, but he was my son, and it wasn't his fault for what his father taught him. I just sighed and left his room with dirty clothes and a frustrated look. We lived in a big mansion outside of Denver. The Morton family was the richest in the region; they had great prestige and influence over the city as they owned the largest investment company in the region, which made them increasingly rich.