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The automatic response surprised even me—why so eager to sit across from the man who'd chosen Vicky over me at every turn? But hesitation would raise suspicions. James could smell weakness like blood in the water. If I was going to keep this baby—and I had every intention to—I needed to do things right. Hiding the pregnancy meant nothing if I didn't first sever all legal ties between us. James Moretti wasn't the type to let anything slip through his fingers, least of all a child. And if he ever found out I'd kept his heir from him... No. The divorce had to come first. Clean. Official. Irreversible.

Immediately I remembered,Luke was upset that Leah had called me Mom after she called him Dad,That way anyone around would have found out we were a couple and he didn't want that to happen because our marriage was a hidden one. " Ohhhh yeah,I remember…It's nice to see you again like this " " You too , You made the right decision divorcing that scumbag…Actually after you left, He asked that he see me off and I agreed,Then he started making moves to ask me out for dinner and you know…I know when a man was interested in a woman,I refused and said that I knew that he was married…He denied even after my eyes caught with the wedding photograph that was hidden at the back of a portrait…I wondered wh

I was trying to survive the traces of the toxic relationship we had, and I wasn’t going to let anyone defend him. I shouted, “I loved him, Lucas. I loved my husband with all of my heart.” One tear betrayed me and landed on my cheek as I said, “Even though he was dark, vicious, and sadistic, I loved him.” I hit my chest with my fist, “This stupid heart loved him more than life.” “I was just a little dirty secret in his life,” I continued with sobs. Then I stared into his eyes, “Do you know how we got married? We married because of money and benefits, because of a stupid will and no one ever knew about that marriage.”

“That’s what’s going on. It’s the first step in getting away from lying scum like you.” “Ava, please, baby, let’s talk. Let me explain everything to you.” Ava chuckled humorlessly. It was funny how she had been probing him all this while, trying to know what he was hiding, and yet her mind could never have grasped this particular secret. She would never have guessed, even with a gun to her head: That her forced husband is a billionaire.

" As if running away from the wedding wasn't Enough pain ....she hid the fact that I had a son from me . How did I fall inlove with such a woman ? I asked as my voice broke at the edge . " You need to calm down and of course give her space , she thinks she can hide from the mafia for long ... she doesn't know we have eyes around " he said as he sat down and drank from the glass on my table. " I can't just let her hide forever ..., I need to know who my son is , what he looks like " I said and He smiled . " He looks like you ...,his eyes Skin tone , you don't need a parterninty test to confirm that man " he said and I gave a nod .

"Yes. You may go." "Thank you, Lissa. Thank you!" Edgar opened his arms; he was about to hug Elissa. Elissa dodged. She was still reluctant to be held by Edgar. Edgar, who had been happy, now his face was flat again. That's right. Edgar was no one but Elissa's secret husband. He had no way to Elissa's heart. At least for now. Tomorrow? After the Lebanon project, Edgar could surely be re-energized to make Elissa fall in love. For him, marriage is only once. He didn't want to fail the choice he had made.

"Hand over 750 grand, and I'll vanish. Refuse, and I'll haunt you every waking moment." Like father, like son, both had dollar signs for souls. I snapped my fingers, and my muscle stepped out of the shadows, disarmed Matthias, and gave him a taste of his own medicine. He did not last long before he was sprawled out, howling on the ground. I strolled up, spat on him, and made it clear, "Cross my path again, and it's another beating, guaranteed." Two months later, I tied the knot with my assistant, Wendy Gibson. We threw one hell of a bash.

, Annie texts again. Genny ignores her again and stuffs her phone into her bag before walking out of the room. She heads to the dinning area and meets her parents eating. Her father, Mr. Frederick Houston was a businessman who was rarely home while her mother, Grace was a stay-at-home mom. Mr. Houston had promised to set up a supermarket for her when Genny graduated middle school as Genny was their youngest child but was yet to do so, now postponing it to when Genny graduated from high school.

"I don't care about arranged marriages. I don't care about the past. I only care about you... and them." Rita looked up at him with tear-filled eyes. "But Adrian," she whispered, her heart breaking a little, "are you sure? Even if the whole world turns against us?" He cupped her face gently. "Let them," he said fiercely. "I'll stand by you. Always." From the doorway, Mr. and Mrs. Drake exchanged a look — a rare, bittersweet moment of understanding between husband and wife. Their son had finally found something they couldn’t control, couldn’t arrange, couldn’t buy — and it had made him a better man.

The once-secret marriage, now transformed into a journey of redemption, faced the twists of fate with a newfound strength. In a moment of clarity, Victoria proposed a plan to unveil their true relationship to the world. The twists in their story had led them to a crossroads, and the shadows of the secret marriage no longer held the same power. A grand gala, mirroring the opulence of their initial charade, would become the stage for their genuine connection. The mansion, adorned with elegance and echoes of the past, would witness the unveiling of their love to the world. As the gala approached, Victoria and Alexander faced the challenges of reconciling their true selves with the expectations