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“Sorry. Go on.” The woman clicked the remote, and pictures flashed on the screen. “His first wife, Gianna Esposito, gave birth to his eldest son, Franco Esposito. He is 36 years old. She died shortly after childbirth. Franco currently owns Frans Wineries and has distanced himself from the family empire due to Mr. Esposito’s swift remarriage after Gianna’s death.” Anna’s brows raised slightly. “So the first son is estranged?” “Yes. He keeps contact to a minimum. He’s also married with two sons of his own.”

The man I'd loved for ten years was looking at me like I was a stranger. "Then what am I to you?" "You're my wife. The lady of the Moretti family. That position is always yours." "A position?" My voice started to shake. "I'm not one of your business partners!" He turned away, his back cold. "In the Moretti family, there's no difference." A chill that had nothing to do with the room crept through me. I spun on my heel and walked out, pausing at the door for one last word. "You'll regret this, Alessio."

Evelyn's Pov I walk casually out of the hospital with a huge grin plastered on my face. I feel elated after the doctor confirmed that I'm actually, 4 weeks pregnant. My joy knows no bounds and I feel on top of the world. I can't wait to tell my husband, Landon Phillips about the good news. I bet he'll be so happy when he knows he's going to be a father. Landon Phillips is Texas most influential business man.. As a matter of fact, people call him the Master of all businesses. I will term myself as the most lucky woman on this planet Earth to be married to him.

“Food. Wine. Feast. Palermo has its rightful ruler.” Enzo smiled at last. “The bastard son,” he whispered, “is no longer a bastard… but the heir to the throne of Palermo.” {Enzo was made the advisor to the throne.and was given a wife to marry} Vittorio the II, son of Guerrero valenti chose Mandy as his wife. THE END

Sofia was ordered to leave the marriage with nothing. The board of directors, citing the severe damage to the company's reputation, removed her entirely from management. Overnight, she fell from being a wealthy queen of the business world to a disgraced pariah. Not long after the ruling, I received word from the police. Christopher was apprehended in a distant country. He was terminally ill, emaciated beyond recognition. He was detained for illegal entry and overstaying his visa. He was also beaten badly for theft, and one of his legs was broken.

So that day, I rummaged through the cabinets and turned the house upside down before I finally managed to find that pair of exquisite, expensive earrings. I hadn't even been able to bring myself to wear the earrings, yet Caspian tossed them aside with disgust. Deep down, I knew that he didn't think the earrings were basic. He simply looked down on any gift that came from me, a mere housewife. Frowning, he looked up at me and asked, "I bought Erin a necklace as a gift a few days ago. Where did you put it while you were cleaning?" I had seen the necklace he was talking about a few days prior. It was the most thoughtful gift I had ever seen him buy in our five years of marriage.

And Elena, the woman who had signed a contract out of desperation, had never felt more owned… or more complete. She had become exactly what the contract demanded. Lorenzo Moretti’s perfect, thoroughly bred wife.

He clapped his hands and the chandelier in the room lit up, flowers were used as decoration. "I'm Matteo Esposito, the owner of this enormous building, son to Mr. Esposito, an Italian and Ms. Isabella, an American... I lost my dad this year and my mom is still nowhere to be found. Anyways that's not the main reason for this event." He took his phone and went through it. Immediately, Different types of dishes and wine were brought to the table. They bowed as they left.

After two years, we purchased this island as we wanted to utilize the money we all earned from joining the gang of Lev. Ana Francesca Ferreira, my mother, is a lovely Brazilian who fell in love with my moron politician father. Moron? Yes, moron. My father is a moron who had an affair with his whore secretary and killed my mother when I was fifteen. I despise those two.

Then I commented with them that my beautiful épouse worked a real estate and would surely find a great place for them to reside. — A great place. - I say, staring at my husband with a slight smile. — A place of two million euros... - Repeat, Carlos. — I came to help them only with communication... — Thank you. - Thank you, thrilled facing my husband. — Don’t thank me. - Says Carlos, staring at me. — Just show me what you can do, girl. ***