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“Soon, he’ll see what he’s been missing.” She left, and Emma gave me a look part pity, part warning but said nothing. By mid-afternoon, the whispers had spread everywhere. “Cassandra and Roth did you see them?” “They look perfect together.” “Who was that girl at the gala? Just some intern.” “Like he’d ever notice her again.” Everywhere I turned, screens and magazines repeated the same headline: Billionaire Damien Roth and Cassandra Monroe: A New Power Couple? The photos were brutal her glowing at his side, her hand resting on his arm, him leaning slightly toward her. If I appeared at all, I was nothing but a blur in the background.

“Reputation matters to me equally! I am looking for a beautiful, educated, decent, and respected woman for Aries. Sadly, she lacks decency, education, and respect! I can only pity her! Not that, I mean, it’s her fault, but she is no match for Aries!” Keith moved away without a word while they continued to argue until Maria appeared with a drink and Aries changed the topic. *** Veronica and Genelia were quietly sitting on the bench on the balcony, staring at the full moon in the starry sky. “It’s beautiful, isn’t it?” Genelia said. “Yeah! After many years, it is giving me some peace!” Veronica answered, rubbing her arms as the cool breeze hit her skin. “I wanted to say something for a really

The moment the screen lit up. My entire body went still. A photograph of Amelia laughing. Her head tilted back. Her eyes bright with happiness. Lucas stood beside her, looking at her with quiet admiration. I swiped, and saw another photograph. Lucas resting a hand lightly against her back as they walked through the gallery. I swiped again. They were standing close together, smiling in front of her painting. The headlines beneath the images made my blood run cold. ‘Has Ryan Carter Lost His Wife?’ ‘Business Tycoon's Marriage in Trouble?’

She turned her head around, paused picking up some earrings to match up with her night dress for the gala dinner that night. She looked away when Curtis threw the magazine on the couch next to her. “What you know about it?” he stared at his wife. Susan smirked. “He’s dating a model, Emma Smithson. She used to be a girl friend of Gabrièl Pinot.” Curtis turned his head to his wife, he spread out his arms on the couch. “Who is he?” “The owner of one of the famous womenswear around the world.” His wife stopped picking up the accessories and she showed him the ones she chose with a gown she was going to wear.

She said calmly, “Don’t worry. I’ll do my best to fight for the compensation you deserve—so your husband can focus on recovering without worrying about the cost. He will get better.” Cancer is a silent killer, and the medical history of its cures is minimal. It takes a strong heart and resilient mind to overcome it. But without proper compensation, the future of that family was almost impossible to imagine. Mona, with her shallow eye sockets, was crying openly. As they walked out of the hospital room, she sniffled, “Master, they’re so pitiful. I cried my eyes out. You’re amazing… how can you hold back your tears?”

"Gillian Miller, my half-sister. She died last year from a cocaine overdose. She was a ramp model and used her mother's surname. She met your husband in New York. That's all I know." "If she died from an overdose, then why is my husband responsible—" "Gilbert! Are you done?" Ramon called him. I think Ramon is the leader of this group. "I have to go. Just please, don't try to escape or they won't hesitate to shoot." "Gilbert!" "I'm done," he said to Ramon and then left through the door. I replayed everything JL told me since we got married. I have a very high IQ and I can remember just about everything I've seen or heard or been told. EVERYTHING. But I really don't remember any Gillian among

She did not care about him, yet Millet made it sound like he was important to her. While everyone was praising Millet for her engagement, one of the speakers at the conference suddenly walked in with her husband. They were older couples, both doctors from Europe. The lady's name was Doctor Winona. They both looked elegant and had expensive jewelry and accessories clinging to their bodies.

“He doesn’t love you. He doesn’t *give a damn* about you. He’s only ever loved *one* girl.” She turned back to Gustavo, her glare ice cold. “And we both know exactly who that is.” Gustavo’s lips curled into a slow smile. She wasn’t wrong. Gemini. She was the only woman who had ever mattered. And he *would* get her back. “Our partnership is over,” Mrs. Ciara declared. “If I *ever* see you near my daughter or *anything* connected to me again, trust me, you bastard—I will make you regret it.”

Human or not, she would find him and avenge her best friend. "Why, doc? Is she—” "No. She’s okay. However, I have questions for you. The woman you brought in is the Marshall Luna,” the doctor began and Gemma just looked at him. If looks could kill, this doctor would be the first to go down. "I mean, she has a wolf for a mate, right?” the doctor added fast, and Gemma let out a frustrated sigh.

Liora asked as she walked to the living room with Fiona right behind her. “Mom, see, you are on TV.” Amelia pointed, grinning, at the picture of her mother on the screen. - Today the White Medical Center performed a surgery on Mr. Cavanade, with the surgeon being the popular Dr. Athena. According to sources…. “Is this real?” Fiona asked in shock. “Yes, it is, and I think…” Betty started to say when the ringing tone of Fiona’s phone pierced the room. “I should get that.” Fiona mumbled, hurrying to pick up her phone from the dining table.