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The butler, Mr Stone ran over to him. "What's wrong? Why are you shouting like this?" He sounded irritated. Hailee has just gotten back from overseas and she needed some rest. He was afraid that the noise might disturb her rest. "Sir, your wife has left! She didn't take her luggage and went out into the rain!" Wyatt was alarmed at Mr Stone's words. "What!? Then what about the divorce agreement?" He inquired. He seemed to be more worried about the divorce papers than her. "She signed her name on the divorce papers but she didn't take any of the money or the house you gave her!" The butler expressed his disbelief.

he let out a small laugh and stopped when he noticed the disappointment on her face. “I don’t understand,” She whimpered. “Go inside, freshen up and rest a bit. When it’s dinner time I’ll explain everything to you” he rubbed her arm and left. “Ma’am” a lady dressed in black came. “I’ll help you with that” “Who’re you?” “I’m Anita, your personal attendant, ma’am” She replied. * * * Apparently, the only reason she was married to this gorgeous man was for the growth and stability of his and her father’s company. Her attendant had told her everything while she helped her sort herself out.

Her head was high, her shoulders straight. She was Thea Balmero. Seth Blackwood’s wife. And she wasn’t going to let anyone forget it.

A couple of days before Evan and Maya's wedding, people were once again shocked by anonymous reports saying that Finola, who had been considered married just because the girl was after Evan's wealth, turned out to be a victim of violence in her own home. The girl married Evan because the man had given her a safe haven when she was truly alone. And this touching fairy tale is reinforced, by the fact that journalists saw that the police had visited the Finola family's residence several times before the girl's wedding.

Mark looked at Sherin in disbelief. "Are you pregnant?" Mark asked. "By whom?" Sherin didn't want to answer at first, but Mark's sharp look made her awkward. Sherin gulped down saliva, her throat choking at the mention of Xavier's name. "Who?!" Mark asked more loudly. "Xavier!" Sherin spontaneously replied. "The CEO of the Andarsa Group company. The child in my womb is his." Mark breathed heavily as his shoulders slumped limply. He looked at Sherin for a split second with mixed emotions in his eyes.

I remember tossing her there to shield her from the cameras, but it seems like the little girl was so resolute to be caught, or maybe I didn’t make sure I had her safely hidden. “The married bellionaire’s as seen in the photos, seems to have paused for a caption which in what seems beyond any reasonable doubt, his child with another woman whose identity is not yet known. As it is known, Mr Mazur married in one of the iconic families in the country. He and his beautiful wife, Tarah Macuricio, a great model goddess by profession, are said to be still hapily married married. Now the question is, what is the truth behind this new controversy? Who exactly is this other woman?” I avert my eyes fr

She winks at him and looks expectantly at Carlton. Carlton doesn't even delay to answer. “My wife as you all know, is Marigold Stewart. The news circulating around the news and social media is all her doing. She is acting impulsively, not thinking of the consequences of her actions.” “And why do you say that Mr. Carlton?” the shaggy reporter beats the red hair to it.

I said, pointing at the floor. I pointed at the photo of Zara and the young man and continued, "That woman is my wife." The crowd fell silent for a moment before they burst into laughter. "Where did this crazy pauper come from? Did he go insane from thinking about money too much?" "Are you blind? That woman is Mr. Alan Barrington's wife. She's the CEO of Apex Group! She would never be attracted to a pauper like you. Stop dreaming!" What was going on?

Just then, another female co-worker ran up to Ally with a wide dreadful eyes. "Ally, have you seen the news this morning?" She asked amidst her roughed up breathings. The surprised Ally waved her head side to side as she listened on. "Balor records another female kill in the space of two years, this time two sisters, murdered in cold blood." She quoted the news headline, Vada read it from her phone just in time when she said it. "Oh, no. I thought it stopped?" Ally asked in bewilderment as she subconsciously held her cheeks with her hands in cold astonishment.

She accepted his hand, rising gracefully beside her husband beneath the glare of the main lights. “Tonight, I wish to declare clearly to every corner of the globe,” Mavric continued, his gaze locking sharply onto the live‑broadcast cameras. “The woman standing here beside me Liora Thorne is far more than just the most brilliant business partner, holder of our global technology patents. She is my lawful wife in the eyes of the law, the woman who holds half of my entire business empire, and the only person who holds the right to every part of my life.” A murmur of astonishment rippled instantly through the Grand Ballroom. Financial journalists exchanged incredulous glances; the woman whom they