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She heard him mutter a curse and when she looked at him, she saw the said man clenching his fists and taking in deep breath with closed eyes. She frowned momentarily and snapped her head back into position as she felt him turn. Not good, not good. She walked with the guy towards the start of the tracks and they ran at the blow of the whistle but what surprised her was that as she used her full potential, she could see him running by his side also at his full potential. This was nice. She finally met someone who could match with her speed as they reached the finish line together. "I'm William Warren." He introduced himself once they reached the finish line.

My tone was perfectly even, as though I was discussing the stock prices and not the enormous rift in our relationship. He looked visibly relieved, his expression relaxed as he immediately took up his phone. “Maria, make Emma some chamomile tea. She hasn’t been sleeping well lately. Oh, and add some honey. Emma likes her tea sweet.” He remembered my preferences, my sleep quality, and all the details of my life. However, he also remembered the kind of wine Victoria liked, the address of her manor in Switzerland, and how best to manage the kids. His steps were noticeably faster as he left, his leather shoes clacking against the wooden floorboards.

I asked it back to him, giving myself time. "I think maybe good." August said it slowly. "He was nice today. He listened. He was careful with the book. But Mommy, at the park that day, you were scared. You grabbed us and we left fast. So I thought maybe he was bad. Like bad men in stories." He studied my face. "But today he wasn't bad. So I don't know. Is he good or bad?" I pulled him closer, pressed my cheek to his hair. "He's good, baby. He was never bad the way bad men in stories are bad. He's just someone I needed time to be sure about before I let him be near you. And now I'm more sure."

I couldn’t tell if it was the same shock from being rough handled by me or shock from hearing Belle who was always so smitten with me talk to me like I was her annoying little brother. I tossed her aside and turned to go to the library. In there, everything was as it always had been. Books I never read perfectly arranged, with a few manuscripts strewn all over the desk Ava used to work. I knew the maid never cleaned the library. I’d never looked into her blatant disregard for Ava up until now because it seemed to help keep her at her place, but right now, I wasn’t so sure anymore. My own wife, with Noah King. How? Ava who wouldn’t even look at any other man. How had she gotten involved with

he exhaled, then joined his forehead with hers, his hands still touching, they didn't want to stop, but he had to stare her in the face. "What are you doing here? When did you get here?" "Sofia, listen to me well. There are good and bad people around us. And even those who seem bad, are not. The other way around, there are good people disguised as evil. Whatever may, no matter who the people are, I want you to understand that it's in me that you will trust to the fullest." She looked right into his eyes. His were now injected with something she couldn't decipher. "Why do you say that?"

With that I dashed out of the kitchen " You cannot say thank you abi!!!" I heard Omale shout from the kitchen. " Come and collect it!!" I shout back "Can you guys just shut up" that was George. I would say he was the nerd of the house. Always reading, I read too but his own was just too much. He hated noise...any form of noise, and guess the worst, he believed in being a virgin still marriage, so he found our acts very irritating. Lol... Sometimes I wonder why God decided to waste such beauty on his kind of personality. But sometimes he breaks out of that his shell. It rarely happens sha.

Dax suddenly slammed on the table and shouted, “Sh*t, your brother Florian is a bastard. Don’t worry Darryl. When are you heading to the New World? I’ll accompany you. Not only must we rescue your wives, but also chop that bastard Florian into pieces.” “Me too!” Chester resolutely said. “Great!” Darryl felt warmth in his heart when he heard them and nodded. A man walked hastily over toward them right at that moment. The white-haired old man with a rather strong body was the Golden Lion, Zion Featherstone. “Sect Master, look at this!” Zion was so excited as he handed over a manual to Chester. On the manual’s cover were the words ‘Supreme Mystery Scripture’. Chester was so surprised to see the

THE END. Dear Amazing Readers, We've reached the end of Forbidden Under His Roof, and I just want to say thank you. Thank you for every chapter you read, every comment, every vote, every review, and every bit of support you've shown. Whether you've been here from the beginning or joined along the way, I'm truly grateful you chose to spend your time with Bronwyn and Trenton. I hope this story made you laugh, cry, and fall in love with these characters as much as I did.

I declared. "Ha! He's been good to you? Out of the goodness of his heart, I'm sure." "That is none of your business." "A man being nice to you isn't a reason to give him your loyalty or affection," Ellis shot back. "Had you stayed and told me about Ken, Olivia, I would have been so much more than just good to you." "Ellis, how was I supposed to trust you with my child when you had already been so clumsy with my heart?"

“I know I am not, and you are wasting my time. I knew something was off with that robbery. She probably planned it to get rid of him so she can take his money and start afresh with her boyfriend and her baby that we found about days ago. It all makes sense now.” “What do you think happened?” “I don’t know, but that is for you to figure out. I am glad she is not dead. At least my friend won’t die of depression thinking he didn’t protect her enough. He was a good husband to her. He married her and loved her as much as he could. Opened offices for her, supported her at every point in her life, took her to Brazil, paid her fees, and not once ever complained, and this is the thanks he gets? That