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Mine was drilled out of me years ago. “How did this even end up in the gossip column?” George frowns and turns to their computer. “Look.” They hover over the byline under the title “Merciless Michael Breaks Society Darling’s Heart.” “Merciless Michael,” I mutter as I look over George’s shoulder. “I hate that fucking nickname.” “Yeah, well, it’s better than what she says later in the article.” “Don’t tell me. I avoided reading it for a reason.” “She calls you ‘Merciless No Longer.’” George sounds way too pleased with this development.

I had no idea what was really going on because I began to think everything George had told me was a lie. “ But I doubt George could really do that. He is a gentle soul and care a lot about the family.” Betsy assure but that didn't meet up. George knew me. He knew I was Marcus Blake's daughter and still raised me as his daughter born out of his affair. He also told me that he found me miles away, lying to me that he was my father. Could he have been trying to protect me from those who did this to my family, or was there more to it?

Theresa added. "Mom," Lucia murmured. "Don’t call me ‘mother,’" Theresa retorted, pulling her hands away to stop Lucia. George squeezed Lucia's hand reassuringly. "About us, Mom, it’s a long story," George mumbled. "And I have all the time in the world. Start talking," Theresa insisted, fixing both of them with a serious gaze. George sighed and began to explain. When he finished, Theresa stared at them, rendered speechless. "You’re Lucia Landon? The daughter of the Landon family who abandoned her family to be with my son?" Theresa asked incredulously.

Why was her dad so easily manipulated? She barely had time to finish the thought when a knock tapped against her door. “Lydia? Can I come in?” It was George. “Yes,” she said, sitting straighter. George stepped in holding a small tray of fruits. His gardening gloves were tucked into the waistband of his shorts, and his shirt had tiny wet patches from watering the plants. “I just finished in the garden when I heard all the screaming. Are you okay?” he asked, setting the tray down. His warm hand gently clasped hers.

As they reached the terrace, the glass door closed behind them, cutting off the noise from the hallway. The man turned to her, extending a hand. “George Smith. It’s a pleasure to finally meet you.” Allie hesitated before shaking his hand. “You know who I am?” George’s smile deepened. “You’re David Brooks’ daughter. That’s reason enough.” Allie’s expression shifted to cautious curiosity. “And how does that connect us?” “I’m the president of Time Entertainment. Your father is someone I greatly respect,” George said smoothly. The realization struck her like a jolt. “Wait… you’re the George Smith?”

May admitted. "That's understandable." George nodded. "I know you said that Asher may be Nanda's best chance, but that still doesn't guarantee that she won't be eliminated like the Alpha's last mate." May explained to no one in particular. "But that's not your only concern, now is it?" George baited. "What is that supposed to mean?" May replied with a questioning, almost appalled frown. "She's Geoffrey's daughter." George replied with a shrug. "And you will take that information with you to the grave." May warned.

George says. “George, what are you doing here?” Dad asks. “My wife is your daughter’s boss.” He says. “What?” Mom asks, “Why didn’t you tell me, honey?” “Do you know them?” I ask my parents. “I didn’t tell her so she won’t feel awkward and also I wanted to shock her.” Clara says. “George here is Heather's friend and their family doctor. And their daughter is Richard and Heather's third god daughter.” Dad says. “Oh! That is nice. Now I am curious to meet her more.” I say.

He had some of his products distributed to the other packs as well. "Mmm," Dad exhaled and asked, "So how did you guys pick her out at Coach Tyler's daughter's birthday and call her your sister?" "We saw a baby photo of her on the wall in Mark George's house. He is possessive of her and took her away. The George family adopted this young lady and named her Olivia George, but they were not nice to her, and they forbade Mark from choosing her as his girlfriend."

I stood close to the door and turned to him with a smile just so he knows I'm not upset at all. “Son, trust me, I'm proud of you, trying to take a step into a new beginning, that's a bold step even….” “She's Miss Downs, Lisa Downs” my son said standing there like he didn't just throw a bomb at me. “Lisa? George’s daughter?” I asked shocked “The very one” George will never approve of this marriage and I won't let my son go in too deep “the answer is NO” .

"What did I just hear from your father?" Patricia whispered, pacing around the hallway where she stood with her son, George. "Tell me I'm dreaming, I probably didn't hear correctly. Yo…you want to marry who?" "It's true, I want to marry Arthur Reeves' daughter, Rachel" George answered firmly, his face showing no sign of remorse. His mind was made up.