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She didn’t say a word, but her eyes had challenged me to a war I didn’t sign up for. Why now? Why come back when everyone thought she was dead? Why mess everything up again? And why lie so easily? I wasn’t sure what she wanted, but I knew it couldn’t be good. “Good morning, dear hostess,” Hannah called out, her voice dripping with sarcasm as she leaned on the doorway, watching her husband and Nathan carry out the trash. “She’s definitely winning the Best Hostess of the Year award,” Jessica added with a laugh as she placed three full plates of food on the dining table. Fried rice, chicken salad, and crispy French fries.

I thought that Eric would hold me till the morning, but he left me with so much disappointment in myself and coldness in bed. "I like movies too," she said. "Hey, do you know Zaya Henderson? That famous actress? I kept seeing her around here. She's not even British, but I think she's in good vibes with Ms. Amanda." Why wouldn't they? They wear the same feather. "Never heard of her," I spoke in bitterness. "She's not that very famous, but what I know, her family's a big time. And do some dirty tricks to put her face on big boards," Hannah gossiped in a whisper.

Hannah’s POV Dressed in heels and a bold suit, Hannah exuded the air of someone dressed, ready to kill. And that she came to do. She caught her reflection in the glass doors of the Council estate and smoothed down her jacket. She looked powerful. She looked like the queen she was always meant to be. This was her ground, and she was going to take back everything that Seraphina had stolen.

While Diana was very alluring, This woman was way dominant in all walks of beauty that attracted men. Both of them were the kind of women he considered attractive. Until now, he was still ignoring the two combatants beside her. The last text from Danny was "Charity Wakins granddaughter is Hannah Reigns. She is the girl with the overlapping circle mark in her innermost thighs" alongside was her address.

I can’t help but smile, reminding myself of what will be waiting for me later. “Hey, I need a drink,” Hannah says, and I nod as I watch her walk to the bar. Hannah’s hips sway as she walks there, and every guy on the dance floor watches as she walks. She really is beautiful. Scratch that, she is a bomb. The blue on her hair is almost neon in here because of the black lights. I focus on Jamie as we dance around and sing loudly until Hannah comes back holding hands with someone.

I said, trying to start a conversation. "A lot," she laughed. * * * "Clarison is a beautiful name" I smiled. "I know," she laughed. "So, why don't we go to a hotel and you know" I licked my lips. "I get what you are saying. Let's go already" she said as she stood up, wiggling her hips as she walked. * * * Clarison Mitchell 'This man is even easier to fool than I thought' I smiled at him as we entered the room.

That was to say, this shameless sl*t had slept with other men in the coal mine! As an experienced person, Lady Wilson immediately figured out what was wrong. Hannah, on the other hand, was so dumbstruck as if she was struck by lightning. She collapsed on her bed weakly as though all her bones had been pulled out of her body, and she turned into a melted mess.

“Linda? It’s Hannah. May I come in?” Her voice was smooth and low, like warm honey. “Yes, come in,” I called, trying to sound casual. She entered, and for a second, I forgot how to breathe. Hannah was breathtaking early thirties, graceful like a dancer with an easy confidence that filled the room. Her fair smooth white skin glowed softly under the warm lights, flawless and radiant. Long dark curls were tied back in a loose bun, a few strands framing her face. Those deep expressive eyes locked onto mine with genuine interest, and her full lips curved into a gentle, reassuring smile. She wore simple scrubs that hugged her figure just enough to hint at strength and femininity.

Alas, she thought Zoella was showing respect to both of them! "You know what, let's just forget it. Such a wonderful banquet, yet we got disturbed by this woman. How disappointing. Come on, we're not done chatting." Hannah threw Zoella at the back of her head. She suddenly thought of something and asked in a low and mysterious voice, "Do you know if Madam Lilian will be coming tonight?" "Madam Lilian?" Jenna thought for a while and said, "The famous Madam Lilian Garver?" "Yes, that's her." Hannah clapped her hands and said softly, "She had other matters to attend to today, but due to her relationship with Mr. Hawk, she decided to come anyway. It won't be for long though, maybe for two or thr

“Oh.” “Oh? ‘Oh’ what? Who is it?” “It’s Hannah. Damien’s sister.” “Damien’s… That Damien?! What the hell is she doing at your door?” “I don’t know? To say hi most likely.”Wren smoothed her hair, and opened the door. Hannah was standing in the hallway holding a big ceramic dish with a lid. A little steam was escaping from the edge. She smiled. “Wren. Hi. It’s been a while.” “Hannah. Hey. Good to see you.”