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“Mom, I’ll take Lucresia out tonight.” Mom shot an eyebrow up and grinned at me. “Uh huh? Where are you taking her?” I glanced at Lucresia’s mom and smirked. “On a date. I’m gonna propose to her.” Mom’s eyes widened. “Are you sure? I mean, our situation is still a mess.” “I can no longer wait, mom. I’ve waited long enough. Besides, it might take forever if I wait for the mess to subside.” “Well you got a point. Goodluck, son!”

After ending the call, Kimberly's thoughts swiftly shifted as she dialed another number, "I need you to send out a message through your private network." "Of course, Miss Kimberly, what would you like the message to state?" asked John, her senior personal assistant, with utmost respect. "Announce that we are offering a substantial reward for the help in conceiving a child."

"I'm here to make you a proposition." Her eyes flickered up to mine, a spark of curiosity igniting in their depths. "A proposition?" she repeated, her tone wary. I nodded, my gaze locked in with hers. "Yes, I am willing to give you a contract marriage-in exchange for enough money to pay for your mother's surgery and see to all of your family's needs. I'm so sorry, but I couldn't help overhearing everything you said… and I thought I'd lend a helping hand in return for that little favor from you.".

Not enough to kill me, no-but enough to make me feel like I'm dying inside. Her phone vibrated. A message. She handed the work phone to Tiffany and walked over to the back room. Collapsing onto the bed, she muttered, "Well, this thing turned out to be useful too..." She opened the message. "This is Mother, Dear. Can you come home for your father's birthday? And can you bring Mr. Damian for dinner?" Livia burst out laughing. The witch sent a message. She called me 'Dear.' Ew. Goosebumps.

His endless work had neglected her, worsening her illness, and she passed away before I even turned eighteen. In the living room, my father greeted me with a smile, showing me his phone. "Josh, your girlfriend seemed very pleased with the gift I sent. She even said she'd invite me to dinner tomorrow. What a polite girl! How did you fail in your proposal? Was there some misunderstanding?" I scanned the messages, reading Jessie's flattering words, feeling them utterly foreign. I replied, "Since Jessie seems so eager, why not accept her invitation? It'll be a good chance to understand exactly what kind of person she is."

Of course I wanted to make Natalia my Luna, but… I supposed I hadn’t had a chance yet to make any real moves to make it official. “I think Natalia would like that,” I finally said after a moment of consideration. My brother tilted his head. “Are you planning to propose? And finally mark her?” “Of course I am. It’s just… complicated.” “Nothing complicated about it, brother.” Damon placed a wad of cash on the table and stood. “If you love her, you love her. Like Grace, Natalia has waited long enough. Buy a fucking ring and put it on her finger before she decides not to wait anymore.”

“With all you indecent women now a days, a kiss is not enough. You could just run around kissing every man you see and where’s the fun there?” “I’d say kissing a bunch of men could be fun.” “But not productive. Are you interested in my deal or not?” “What happens after a year, if Mr. Right doesn’t say he loves me?” “Then you spend a year in my service. Don’t worry about that too much, I’m a delightful boss.” “And who exactly are you?” “I’m The God Mother. Like I said, I can make all your dreams come true.” “Why do I get the feeling you can make my nightmares come true too?” I looked her dead in the eye and she just laughed. A year in her service, what did that mean?

" I Want to propose to Isabella, I feel the time is right now. I am healed and no longer the monster I used to be I'll be able to give her all the love she deserves what do you think would be the best way for me to ask her. " Damian wanted all the advice he could get he needed this proposal to be the best proposal one could ever think of, but him asking his mother that seemed to open up her wounds as she never got to have a proposal so for her anything simple would have done, but this was not about her but she found it difficult for her to give him the advice he was looking for. " I am not the best person you could ask about that you should ask people your own age what they do these days as

“Okay, grandma, please make it snappy.” “You don't tell me what to do, Damon!” She snapped. “Alright, fine,” He said and stood still. “I'm listening.” “Good,” Grandma said, readjusting on the chair where she'd sat calmly all the while. “The gospel I called you here to preach to you is simple. GET. MARRIED. It's simple. Get yourself a wife. You're not getting any younger for God's sake!” “Mother, I'm not interested in marrying anybody, at least not for now. I just got off a relationship, remember?” Damon asked.

“ I was thinking how should I skin and boil you when coming here but it looks like it won’t be necessary anymore . “ said madam Gomez . “ Mom , you have invited all these important people for the business project we are about to launch ? “ said Jack a bit confused . “ Not only for business only . Consider this as a blind date for you as well . “ said madam Gomez . “ What ? Blind date ? Ae you joking with me ? “ said Jack with a shocked look . “ You have been such a playboy that it is impossible to restrain you in a relationship . Every girl here is the daughter of a famous business or politician leader . You won’t dare to be playful with them . Take your time to talk to these lovely ladies a