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All except one. A face that glared at me with a conceited smile. She had waited for this moment, she had waited to look me in the eyes with a calculative stare. Shania, drapes in a red polkadot gown and a black cashmere trenchcoat hanging over her shoulders. She let her ginger hair fall over shoulder with a braid at the two ends of her frontal. “Finally, we thought you were gonna have to cancel this meeting,” She smiled as though our argument yesterday never happened, like this was the first time we were speaking in months.

Of all places, it had to be next to her. Helena. She was glowing with delight. Her smile widened the moment she realized the cameras had caught her beside Damian, as if the entire city was watching them rekindle something that had long since died. She did look stunning today. Hair straight and glossy black, parted perfectly to frame her flawless face. Her entire image screamed effortless beauty-especially when she was sitting next to him. But for Helena, today wasn't about beauty. It was strategy. The inauguration of Green Lake wasn't just a public celebration-it was Helena's last calculated move to step back into Damian's world. She planned it all down to the angle of her smile.

“My goodness, you scared the life out of me!” Aunt Caroline was a short and plump woman in her mid-forties. Her hair was always dyed blonde because she took after her idol Madonna. She kept her face hidden with all the cosmetics she covered it. The only time she was seen without her make-up was when she applied facial mask. “Aunt Caroline? What’s got you all fired up?” Yet inside Ellaine’s head she was still thinking about the empty town and the huge tree. “You were having a bad dream!”

Helen sat in her luxurious penthouse suite, seething with anger as she flipped through the pages of a fashion magazine. She had been the face of Kelvin perfume for years, but now she was being replaced by Christiana, a younger and more beautiful model. To make matters worse, Christiana had recently married Tiger, the CEO of the company, and they seemed to be growing closer by the day. It made Helen sick to her stomach to think of them together.

Then came the voice she dreaded. “Oh, look who crawled out of her guilt trip.” Bianca. Helena turned to see her leaning against the hallway pillar, dressed in signature designer smugness. “Hope you had fun dragging the whole school into your drama,” Bianca said, flicking her hair. “Maybe next time you’ll think twice before playing girlfriend to a Carter.” “I’m not doing this with you today,” Helena muttered, brushing past. But Bianca stepped in front of her. “No? Then what are you doing, Helena? Looking for sympathy? For attention?”

But that was hard, seeing as she just sat there looking out of space. Camila Brinx was indeed a fine and beautiful young woman, she was a role model to many girls and women, they aspired to have her calm and collected mindset. I've heard many girls discussing how beautiful she was and how much they admired the way she talked and carried herself. She was indeed remarkable, she has a light six pack and a beautiful hour glassed shape, not to mention her moisturized curly brunette hair.

“Helena Carter has been seen meeting with representatives of Country S’s royal family. Harley may be reckless, but her mother isn’t stupid. They’re making moves, likely to counter whatever we’re planning.” Esmeralda’s lips tightened. “Helena would sell her soul to protect her family’s position. And if she’s aligning with the queen consort, then they’re more desperate than we thought.” “Desperation makes them dangerous,” Alaric said. “We can’t underestimate Helena or the queen consort. Their survival depends on crushing us.” Edward placed a folder on the table. “Which is why I did some digging. Helena’s ‘innocent widow’ act is a cover for her laundering money through offshore accounts, accoun

He replied which made Helena smirk to herself in pride because of the respect she is getting from him. Helena Watson is a woman of pride. She likes to be the centre of attraction. She always wants the spotlight on her only but obviously in positive ways. So, she likes it when someone praises her, butter her, respect her, and be submissive in front of her. It gives fire to her ego.

The ones who haven’t are careful in a way that is itself a form of deference. Helena Voss finds me before the first course. She always does. Helena is forty-one and runs a media group that reaches eleven million subscribers and has been looking at me with a specific quality of assessment for approximately three years. She is beautiful in the way that things are beautiful when they have been precisely and expensively maintained. She is divorced and will go on her knees and beg to suck my cock in a heartbeat if I so much as ask about her day. “Adrian.” She says my name the way certain women say it — with the slight extra weight of someone trying to make a word mean more than it is.

The more the merrier, isn’t it? As they walked in through the entrance, many eyes followed their stride, not only was Helena dressed in a flashy yellow gown, she also went for the burgundy lip which drew attention to her pale fair skin. Graham didn’t challenge her at all, he was too focused on finding out the rest of her game plan to worry about something subtle as her provocative appearance. They made for the funeral room, just like as expected, all heads turned in Helena’s direction including her daughter Amelia. When she saw her, her chest tightened and tears threatened to flow out of her eyes.