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Go and ask your dead Mother if she left any Company to you" Duke leaned back in his chair and looked at his Grandfather and said coldly, "You are making a mistake, Grandpa. A big grave mistake. You will have to do a lot of atonement for this mistake of yours." There was a kind of ferocity in Duke's voice. As if he was giving his victim one last chance to escape.

Already wishing I can take back the fast decision I made to the moron who asked to help her. Nathan was basically laying down as Adria was laying on him. Her hand resting on his chest, and his stupid face resting on her forehead. What the living hell? I stared...NO I gawped. I know that it was rude of me too, but I couldn't help it. I couldn't seem to peer my eyes away from them. Like if someone was holding my eyes open, forcing me to look at them. "And to think that could have been you" Adam whispered "to bad you're to stubborn for your own good."

He knew that if his grandfather acted this way, Clinton should already beg for forgiveness. "I am sorry—" "Did I ever raise you to be that meek?" the chairman smiled. He put the teacup back on the table and stared at his grandchild. "You are the smartest among all of you. Clinton Von, you have the ability to swallow the company had you desired to do so," he smiled, feeling genuinely proud of where the shy Clinton came to be. “It worries me that you’re becoming weaker in your decisions,” the chairman added. "I never wish to have something that grand to receive. I worked my way up, Abuelo. And I would like to continue doing so. I am sorry I made such a foolish mistake. I will find her, Abuelo.

Why couldn't he have stayed out with Vera? “Open the door, baby. This is my room too. Come on,” he said in a whiny voice. She'd never been so unattracted to him as she was in this moment. She'd never seen him drunk before. Maybe Vera wasn't a good influence on him. She laughed at that. It would be sweet karma if his mistress brought him nothing but bad luck and social mishaps. She opened the door and Nathaniel stumbled in. “Oh, hey baby,” he said with a smile. “Did I wake you?”

"How can he be with someone like Aria after being with someone so perfect like Ms.Brown." The words hit harder than I wanted to admit. My father, Petter William, had always made it clear that I was an afterthought, a mere inconvenience in his perfect life. Natalie, with her beauty, charm, and flawless reputation, was the golden child, the pride of the William family. Meanwhile, I had been cast aside, a burden, a shadow that barely deserved to exist. "Maybe she thought getting pregnant with Mr. King's baby would finally make her someone in the family," the first maid teased, her voice dripping with mock sympathy. "Too bad even that failed."

He had gone too far, in fact he had done his worst and that made his heart race for the first time in his life. Blake put his head between his hands at his stupid mistake. He took down the only opportunity he had of getting money through her. He had burned the only bridge to him delivering the shipment. Isabelle could have helped so much in regards to his plan B but out of anger, he made that impossible. Now he was on his own, despite being a cold blooded murderer he was now the most stupid anger led man surviving. He slammed the wall continuously until he couldn't feel his fingers. All his anger and regret coming through the punches.

He ended his beautiful speech smiling tearfully. "Merry Christmas Dad." "Merry Christmas grandad." ********* Is okay to make a mistake, but us not okay when you don't learn from it✍️

“You never could have known that they were going to ambush you. And do Alpha kings not make mistakes?” I said. “Everyone makes mistakes. It's up to us to decide whether to let it break us or to use it to our advantage. You love your pack and everyone believes that we are going to win this war. Look, you even have the dragons and witches as allies. If I were the rogues, I'd be shaking,” I said and he chuckled. “Thank you princess,” he said, pressing a kiss on my lips.

Giovanni says emphatically. I express my skepticism aloud, "I'm not just going to walk up to him and ask him to be my godfather." Giovanni shakes his head, clearly disappointed. "Don't make me feel like I'm talking to a novice. I've given you a tip; now act on it." I shoot back, glaring at him, "Your tip led me to this political quagmire." Giovanni raises his hands in defense, "Deal with your inefficient campaign manager. My predictions never fail. Work on this lead," he says, nodding towards the TV screen. "Those election results will be a joke."