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My own voice sounded distant. "Before a lady came and took him away, she injected him too," I sniffed once more. One of the girls grabbed a hold of my hands. "I am twenty eight," She began. I was taken aback by her age. She looked younger than she bargained. "I was married before I came to this mansion, I had a miscarriage like four times in my life, due to my abusive husband and there was nothing I could do, my husband sent me away, Damon picked me and he asked me to work for him." She paused before she wipped the tears away from my eyes.

" Why? " " You are embarrassing me_ " " Embarrassing you? Ain't you my wife? " Wife? Sasha bit her lips. Was this fat woman really Sweetheart Royalty's wife? He really left her, and got married to another woman. Royalty saw the pout on Sasha's lips. Satisfied he drew Cinderella close, and settled on her lips. " Little wife, be good. " " This woman wants your husband. " He bit her ears. " Would you give me to another woman? "

I scrolled back to the top of the article “That’s the Z guy” “Yeah, remember the story we were all told at school about the witch who was the Wolf Kings mate?” “Yeah, she was forced to marry another witch to strengthen to coven. She tried to fight it as she was mated to the wolf king. She was forced anyway, the night of her wedding the wolf king went to rescue her. The husband killed his wife, the wolf kings mate in front of him telling the wolf king he did not want a soiled bride” Chad looked at me worry written all over his face “Why is there a picture of Jill in the article?”

"As long as you won't make me wet, all your pending work will have to be done before the day ends." Ajax's eyebrows shut. It is when I rolled my eyes and went to the side where I saw the picture of him along with the woman. Thinking that it was his girlfriend made me gulp and nervous. Eyeing the woman made Ajax look at me and at the same time, follow the location I was looking at. "W-Who is she?" I asked whilst looking up at him. "Is she your girlfriend or a special person to you?" He took a deep breath and spoke. "She's my wife. Ex-wife rather. We only married for business and she's already dead. No need for you to feel nervous, Livia."

Ajax laughed at Xenia who crossed her hands in front of her chest to save her modesty. She shouted at them," What's the meaning of all these? Who are you? Why did you kidnap Dimitri?" She was scared shitless from the inside but she knew that she has to act like she doesn't know Ajax. She has prepared herself to face Ajax. Hearing her questions Ajax gave her an amusing look. Taking predatory steps he stood in front of her towering over her small frame. Xenia stepped backwards feeling his heated glare on her. " I am Ajax Hernandez's wife. I have known him for the last 5/6 years......." Ajax reminded her of those words that she announced in front of everyone. Sarcasm was clearly audible in his

Why hasn't she croaked yet? I looked at the woman who once swore to spend her life with me, and now she showed this side of herself to another man. Over the past two years, I pulled every string I had for her sake. I handed over a dedicated oil supply line from Prince Khalid to the Wynter family for free. I even drank myself to the point of a bleeding ulcer to secure the Valdoria Monarchy's jewelry distribution rights for her. "Cassie, are you sure you want to burn this bridge with me?"

Adrian was behind her, one hand gripping her hip, the other squeezing her breast, his face twisted in pleasure. "Fuck," he groaned. "God, I love your tits. So much better than—" "Shut up," Maribel hissed, cutting him off. "Don't wake her." But Adrian kept going, kept squeezing, kept moving, and I watched from the shadows of the balcony as my fiancé fucked my best friend on the couch where we watched movies together. The scene was familiar. Horribly, devastatingly familiar. Like déjà vu, except I knew exactly why. I'd walked in on this before. In my first life, at the estate, the positions were different. The location was different.

Their eyes scanned me, amused, like they’d seen this kind of foolish bravery before. “Big mouth,” one muttered. “Na your babe or wetin?” the other asked. I looked him straight in the eye. “She’s my wife.” They didn’t smile. But something in their posture shifted. “Wait here,” the first one said, disappearing inside. I did. The warehouse stank of oil and damp wood. Crates were stacked high, some marked with gun symbols, others with numbers. For a moment, I was all alone and it was really quiet.

For that fragile hope, I locked the agreement in the safe and gave him a second chance. Reality slapped me hard in the face. He had hidden that incident for three years, until ten months into our marriage, when the past came crashing down in another form. That day, I had just finished an event and was looking forward to having dinner at home with Vincent. In the parlor, he threw a stack of photos at me. "Three years ago. St. Regis Hotel, Sicily. That night I said I was handling business—but who is the man on top of you in these photos?"