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Hesperus, none the wiser, treated her with renewed affection, believing their bond had deepened. “You are truly remarkable, Gwen,” he said, kissing her hand. Gwen smiled, her heart racing. She had pulled off the ruse, ensuring her husband’s respect and devotion without exposing her past. Gwen believed her deception would remain buried forever, but fate has a way of unearthing secrets. The young girl, though she had left with her payment, carried with her more than just a fortune. Unbeknownst to Gwen, the girl would later have a child. A child whose lineage was tied back to that fateful night.

" Mrs Grassroots paused, sipping the bottle of water in her left hand. I used that time to take in what she said, the story my uncle told me was different from hers. In his, Genesis was a scorned woman and in my professor's, Asiuta, her sister was the villain and the cause of the disaster because she was obsessed with Dordin—which simply means Dordin was innocent, he was a victim of circumstance.

"I'm asking you to let it slip. Quietly. To the right person. Let it spread on its own. By the time it reaches Vexeon, it won't be a rumor I started. It'll just be something everyone already knows." Marcus studied him for a long moment. "You really hate them that much." "I don't hate them," Tyson said. "I just think the pack deserves a king whose mate didn't betray him before the wedding even happened." Marcus exhaled, looking off toward the trees. "My cousin works for Gilbert. Does odd jobs around the house sometimes." "Perfect," Tyson said. "Start there." *** That evening, Giselle sat cross-legged on her bed, phone in her hand, scrolling without really seeing anything on the screen. Her mo

As though written by someone whose hands were shaking. The entry wasn't dated. It simply began. My name is Gwen Cruz. I stopped breathing. Adrian remained silent beside me. Allowing me space and time. I kept reading. My name is Gwen Cruz. I am writing this because they keep telling me I am confused. Every day they ask the same questions and every day I give the same answers. I am Gwen Cruz. I am engaged to Adrian Salvador. I am pregnant. Something happened on a yacht.

He just pondered, thinking about what answer he would give to Gwen. Gibson began to say sweet things that made Gwen infatuated with him. He even promised many things to Gwen, causing her to eventually fully believe in Gibson. Gibson was blinded by his fleeting love for Gwen. He acted like a loving older man. Gibson didn’t think about his wife, who had always been loyal to him. Her unwavering loyalty was now a stark contrast to his betrayal.

“I can just send the pictures directly to your DM.” I yanked his phone from him for the second time today. “Posted,” I said to him. “Naughty girl." he bopped my nose with his fingers. “Well, you can't do without this naughty girl.” I laughed. “I am very happy that we are back together as friends.” “I am happy too. Let us gist. I am bored." “Gossiper!” “It is not gossip. it is gisting. They are two different things.” I hissed. He laughed. God! He looks very handsome when he laughs. I took a moment to register how he looks when laughing in my mind.

Finn sat on the couch by her side, taking a sip from the dark red liquid. "You know, in the midst of so much bad news, I actually have something I've been dying to tell you," he started, making Gwen instantly curious. "What is it? Did something happen?" "Yes, it did. But it's something good. Very good." Gwen raised her brows, but he didn't say it right away, which made her frustrated. "What is it, Finn? Just say it," she insisted. Finn took another sip and looked at her, his eyes stripping her soul one more time.

Mason and I had to caution her a couple of times to keep an eye on the road. "You are my role, model, Luna," she said aloud when she could not hold it in any longer, and that was when she started telling Gwen her life story. I bullet to the brain would have been better than this. Luisa would not shut up. She bored all of us, and when Mason told her to shut up, Gwen urged her to continue to speak. I did not know why Gwen found Luisa's ordinary baseless story entertaining. My guess was she knew it got to us, and liked to watch us cringe and squirm in the jeep.

"I'm Gwen and I most definitely will be telling my kids about the King's mate tonight. Oh, they are going to love it." Zezi didn't know how to handle this sort of happiness. Not after she had just had to leave her own family. The urge to see her family again rushed over her and she pressed her fork a little too hard against the chicken. "I heard of the circumstances surrounding your presence," Gwen's voice drew her out of her thoughts. Zezi looked up at her then, observing the pity in Gwen's eyes. "I know how painful it must be. Sorry." It was hard to battle with her tears. She nodded, not saying a word simply because she couldn't.

Nafisa watched through the window as the city was rustling with noises. A particular girl caught her attention, the girl who was trying to set up the vendor for her mother was struggling with it. The girl looks moody. "What are you looking at babe" Hussain questioned as he inhaled the scent of her hair. She ducked her head away . "Out it"She whispered out. The butterflies in her stomach are disturbing, it felt like the time she is having them.