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But I am the happiest man alive, knowing that she has accepted me even though I have many faults. As I brushed through the red necklace my bites gave her, I was still hungry for more. I wanted her to be covered in my scent so that nobody would unpleasantly think about her. She is so beautiful, I guess I could spend my eternity just watching her sleep by my side, her face is so peaceful and innocent, I feel ashamed to have such dirty thoughts inside me. Yesterday was a night I can never forget, she was wild and innocent at the same time driving me to the edge, her smooth skin and her heavenly curves made me want to possess her completely until even her breathing was under my control.

It was okay as long as whatever happened stayed between the sheets and never left the bedroom. Our parents had an arrangement, to keep me as a 'guest' in Silver moon pack for a while. Sebestian had always been his farge favorite, he would get his son anything he wished for. What was one Omega of a falling kingdom? We needed their help, my family agreed. Sebestian slept in my room every night. I made a few appearances on dinners and balls. While constantly watching him flirt with other women. 'Keeping appearances' he liked to call them.

POV: Simon and I have been friends for a while now. His mom runs FY Glams. It’s a reputable organization that makes expensive, high class jewelry. She has been in the business for a long time and she knows everything there is to know about Jewelries. They have mingled long enough with the elites to be considered one of them. Everyone in our department knew that his mom was a big shot in the jewelry business, so many girls clung to him and tried to use him to climb up the social ladder.

Cabir looked at him shockingly. Elena:Yes he is rich..That's why I love him..Xavier looked at her with disappointment..He is rich..rich at heart.. I love him because he himself is the diamond sir.. I love him because he gave me a reason to live..He gave me a family..He is me brothers and sisters who loves me..They themselves are diamonds..And he gave me parents who treats me like their own children.. I love my husband Because he trusts,cares and loves me like I do for him..He gave me a caring family..My Possessive Darling Husband is rich at heart..that's why I love him..

she had said, "this is our most precious memory." I had just nodded, my mind already on a business deal that afternoon. Now I knew. That might have been the only precious thing we ever had. I opened her jewelry box. Inside were the few cheap pieces I'd given her. And right on top, wrapped carefully in silk, was the fake marriage certificate. "This is my most valuable possession," she once told me. One necklace I gave Julia was worth more than all of this combined. I opened her diary. "He loved the pasta. Victor actually smiled at me tonight—a real smile, not the one for his men. It was the best moment of my week. I need to find a new recipe for tomorrow. Maybe I can make him smile again."

That’s how he sees me, because deep down, he still blames me for why Mom’s gone. We finally arrived in front of a tall gate. Above it, there was that said Allard, and it looked like it was made of gold. Allard? You mean Aaron Allard? The famous business tycoon who owns those world-renowned resorts and hotels? What could Dad possibly want here? And if we’re here at Aaron Allard’s place right now, that means we’re also going to see- “I’m glad you made it here safely, Mr. Lucas. It’s truly a pleasure to meet you. Welcome to my humble home. I’m Aaron Allard.”

“I comprehend the importance of these items, and I appreciate your willingness to carry them with you. It is crucial to cherish the memories and the affection they symbolize.” As we walk side by side, we embark on a journey towards my humble abode, and with each step, my excitement grows exponentially. Crossing the threshold of the front door, a wave of memories crashes into my consciousness, evoking a mix of joy and melancholy. Skillfully maneuvering through the well-known rooms, I carefully select the possessions that possess the deepest emotional significance. Among them, a weathered photograph capturing the love between my parents, a delicate necklace once adorning my mother's graceful n

"I love you so much." I appreciated Jaxon’s constant generosity toward me. I knew that it was just his way of showing me that he loved me. I just really didn’t care much about possessions. I grew up not having much in the way of material things. I was still getting used to not having to worry about having enough money to buy food. Opening my own refrigerator and seeing enough food in there to feed an army still surprised me regularly. I didn’t know if I would ever get used to the level of luxury that my husband took for granted.

They were all custom made for me by the most luxurious brand and I keep them in a certain drawer, one in which I keep other items I hold close to my heart. Reaching for the key, I unlock the drawer and as soon as I pull it out, my heart breaks when I look at what was my mother's favorite golden necklace, and my fathers favorite watch. I always keep them close together. Right next to them are the baby toys that I've always kept with me - the pink one and the blue one. I can never get rid of them no matter how much time has passed. It must be because I still haven't yet spoken to Layla. This fuels my intention to speak to her even more.

She knew Max was mentally deranged but never had she ever cared to accept it until his psychotic break snatched her child, her motherhood from her. Max had a weird obsession of keeping his things with him no matter if he wanted them or not, this man didn't even throw away his scary toys which his father used to buy him in his childhood. If he didn't want something anymore he simply would get rid of it but would never let it go to another's hand. Jade was just the same case.