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“Girl, you’ve got some pretty high standards if you don’t think he’s rich. A billion dollars isn’t enough for you?” “What? Who has a billion dollars?” “Damion,” he answered. “I don’t know if it’s a billion dollars or just under or just over, but Oliver was a very wealthy man. We never talked about it, but I knew. I almost forgot about it altogether. He never acted like he had money. He was just an average guy. Just like the rest of us.” My head was spinning. Things were starting to make sense. I felt a tightening in my gut and bile in my throat.

"Because I wanted to ask you if your brother-in -law is asexual or homosexual? I mean I gave him so many hints yet he ignored me like thin air? There is no way that a man will ignore a hot and gorgeous woman like me if he is straight? This time Amyra couldn't help but laugh loudly hearing Olivia's blabbering. She realised that Olivia was best to be an actress, rather than being a business woman. "Nicholas had not been at home very much since I got married in this family. So I am not very clear about his sexual orientation, Olivia. Let me talk to Andrew regarding this first, okay?" Amyra didn't want to waste more time with Olivia, so she hung up the call directly after saying this.

another young man at the table chimed in, eager to stay in Oliver’s orbit. "Of course, I am!" Oliver snapped, his mood shifting in an instant. "He stole my wife! That bastard Knight! He has her locked away." "He's a monster," Sasha agreed readily. "Everyone says so." "Exactly! A monster!" Oliver’s good humor returned as quickly as it had vanished. He drained his glass and slammed it on the table. "Another round! For everyone! On the Reed Corp tab!"

My lips parted to speak when a rattle came from behind the door and the handle twisted, revealing a male that looked to be in his late twenties. “By the fates,” he adjusted the black rim glasses on the bridge of his nose and his eyes trailed from me to Keyleth and then behind my back. “Oliver, what brings you here b—” “We need your help, please.” His expression flattened out and he opened the door wider, giving us space to walk in. The wooden door closed shut behind us, rattling the floor boards. “Somehow, you always manage to find yourself in something” I let the body drop from my back down to the floor with a loud thud. I could give one fuck what happened to the wolven right now. My back w

I head back home to have a shower and play computer games to take my mind of things. After playing computer games for the rest of the day, I still couldn’t shake the feeling that my wolf is trying to warn me of something. He seems on edge. I decide to go for a run before getting ready for dinner. I was already clock watching, waiting for Jeremy to arrive and couldn’t handle the wait any longer. A run would hopefully ease my wolf. I bump into Oliver who had just been promoted to join the rank of warrior. He was a couple of years older than me. There was something about him that made my heart flutter, but I didn’t know what. He greets me with a smile as I run past him. My face turning red from

My left hand is tucked in my pocket and I gently break our gaze and let it dance across the room. She’s feeding me with stories about their father’s reckless lifestyle. That means, Mr. Oliver is not different from me. He lived a Casanova lifestyle but still managed to build a huge empire such as this. “My mother was shocked beyond words that her husband of forty years could hide such a secret.” I don’t voice anything, I just shake my head because what she’s saying is not in any way my concern. I throw my eyes around in search of Mr. Oliver and when I see him chatting with a few congressmen, I look to Claire and mutter.

"I can definitely see how happily married you two are and the fact that you're in an open marriage definitely doesn't mean shit." "Being in an open marriage doesn't mean I want to fuck my husband's uncles." I fired back. "Oh, but you did," Dominic murmurs against my ear, and a traitorous heat begins to creep up my neck. "Because you... you both hid your identity." I hissed, my glare shifting between them. "I never would have slept with you both if I knew—" "So what you're saying is you would have slept with someone else?" Alaric’s eyes narrowed.

Deciding to Ignore him completely, I turned to look the other way and even pulled out my phone and began to scroll through it until I heard the next comment that caught my attention. "Fucking faggots" Oliver had cussed under his breath, while glaring at the gay couple who seem oblivious to the negativity being obviously directed at their back. "What?" Ryder had questioned almost immediately and Oliver just stared up at him without saying a word. "Does the fact that those couple over there are gay bother you?" Ryder had asked again and this time, all the guys just turned their attention at Oliver, and expecting him to probably answer the damn question. Me included, I was suddenly curious to k

Oliver took his time to look at the photos properly this time around and the more he looked the more his anger dissipated because now he could see clearly that this was fake, a fake that looked original. In other people's eyes this was his wife and Israel but now that he is taking a better look at it he could not see the scar she has on her lower back, and the body shape doesn't seem much like hers. Oliver sat down and sighed, he had made a grave mistake of accusing his wife of cheating without even confirming it. How is he supposed to atone for this? He was a terrible husband who did not believe his wife. Oliver went to take a proper shower and then dressed up and left the house. He headed

Arvin was considered an icon in the fashion industry, and Natalie held great respect for him. Oliver suddenly felt a bit uncomfortable with Arvin. If he hadn't known that Arvin was gay, he definitely wouldn't have entrusted Natalie to this man who couldn't take his eyes off her! "Arvin, this is my wife." "Oh... what did you say? This seemingly underage beautiful girl is your wife?!" Arvin's face practically screamed "beast!" "Do you want to die?" Oliver's face turned dark, his words deliberate and stern. "I'm sorry!" Arvin had received Oliver's notice early on to style a woman, so he had prepared a lot of dresses in advance.