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"Someone please find out who her husband is! Is this real? Help! She's dying!" … The burglar dropped the knife, and panic flashed across his face. "His wife's dead. No money now. What do we do?" His partner let out a cold laugh and said decisively, "No big deal. We've still got the old woman alive. She's his real mother, after all. That ten million dollars will be ours!" The burglar yanked Margaret up by the throat, nearly choking her, and shoved her toward the camera. "Look closely! This old woman's son is Jensburg's very own billionaire—Henry Larson!"

"I'm sorry, Mister, but I won't let you go. I'm here now, you can't just get rid of me that easily. I'm your wife, even if it's just on paper, I'm legally yours. You belong to me." I heard his faint snores. Tears streamed down my face, but I wiped them away with a defiant chin and stared at him intently. "Even if you hate me and curse me, I'll hold on to you even tighter. You won't escape me. You won't go back to that Martha. You're mine, Mister Darius! You're mine!"

The man shook his head dismissively and said, “I do not know who you are or what you do, but there is no way I am allowing you to leave here with my wife.” Harper was amused by the man’s declaration and asked, “Wife? I do not understand; why are you referring to Sophie as your wife?” The man claimed that Sophie was indeed his wife, asserting that they had been married for two years, but that she had left him after he lost his job and became financially unstable. He stated that she vanished one day, and since then, he had been stalking her, waiting for the opportune moment to confront her. At that moment, Harper was profoundly distressed and turned to Sophie, inquiring, "Is he truly speaking

Zaiden beamed before surrounding his arms around her waist to pull her closer. “Are you calling your husband a thief now, Mrs Devil Alvaro?” He uttered to her in a teasing tone. Cyra smirked and nodded her head. “Of course, I am, Mr husband. You stole that anklet from that two years old little girl, so you are a thief,” she said to him, making him chuckle. Gently pressing her against his chest, he kissed the tip of her nose. “Well let me tell you a secret then, Mrs Alvaro….” He trailed his mouth towards her ear.

Allyson hang out with her friend Kessia, they haven't met since after the wedding and inviting her to Logan's place wasn't the right to do, also she needed to discuss the situation with her. “I hear your husband is the owner of Tech and Enterprises Inc” Actually, she talked about him first. “Fake husband” I corrected. “Yeah, actually his father owns it. He inherited it, in fact the main purpose he married me is because his father threatens to get the company if he's not married” “Yeah, I vividly remember you told me that and how is it like to live with a billionaire, how is the fake marriage going Allyson?” She asked like an interviewer.

When she saw him fall from the heights of a powerful CEO to a penniless man, she took everything she could carry and ran. Yet, she didn't get far. He caught up with her. They fought, and in his rage, he wrapped his hands around her neck. By the time he realized what he had done, she was already dead. He attempted to get away when panic struck. But how could he get away in this day and age of sophisticated network surveillance? In the end, he was taken into custody near our former home. …

He refused to believe that this innocent woman did something like that. “Don't look at me like that,” she giggled. “That was a long time ago. Way before I met my husband.” “So, how was it?” He asked. “Do you enjoy threesomes?” Katherine's naughty side intrigued Aiden. “OK Mr. Nosy, FYI, the Mulroney brothers were the only people I've ever done that with,” Katherine confessed as she bit down on a chocolate-covered strawberry, some chocolate crumbs fell between her cleavage and Aiden licked his lips pretending to lick the crumbs off her chest. “The first time was a rush.”

I took out my duffle bag from the locked compartment and climbed upstairs. There she was, in my clothes that she stole from me. My brand-new Burberry black T-shirt and my cotton boxers. Thief. I married a thief who pretends she has a right over my things. I dropped the bag and took out handcuffs from it. I watched as she lay on the bed, not giving me a single glance. I walked towards her side of the bed or should I call it only her bed and leaned. She squinted her eyes. “What do you want now?”

His voice trembled slightly as he said, “Annie, I’m your husband. I’m Lucien Rook, not him!” I shoved him away. “Are you mental? Have you drunk too much? What are you saying?” Anxious to prove who he was, he reached into his pocket for his ID with shaking hands. His voice was tense as he said, “Look, Annie. I’m Lucien Rook. I’m your legal husband. The man beside you is named Seth Kaplan. He’s an impostor!” I scoffed disdainfully. “Then why did you say you’re Seth Kaplan? If you’re really my husband, why would you trick me? Don’t you have a girlfriend? And Holly’s pregnant, too.”

I banged my hand on the desk and pointed at him while laughing. His face lightened for a moment. “Ah, you crack me up. First, it was the assistant calling my husband a fraud. Now you are standing here to tell me that he stole $15 million from me. Why would my husband steal from me? We are both one.” “I don’t know, sir. I can’t answer that question. But if I’m going with what I’m seeing on paper, it’s quite possible that Sir Julian might have transferred some money from your account to another account that we can’t trace.”