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"You've grown up, Chloe." "Not by choice," I said with a bitter smile. "Don't worry," he said, squeezing my hand. "I'll make sure you get justice. Your parents will watch over you from above." … The following week, Wayne worked fast. He located my parents' former accountant and obtained the complete financial records from the past decade. Silas had indeed drained the ten-million-dollar medical fund.

Rafe said when he sat. “I think introductions are in order,” I chuckled. “Dave knows everyone here, but this is Rachel, Saoirse’s girl, and the ones with gray eyes are the Graycort family I’ve told you about. Ray, Sarina, Kamron, and my lovely Kimia. Then the birthday girl is Kam’s girlfriend, and general shifter, Rose.”

Benita said shooting her a fierce glare. “You will be accompanying her to see the doctor right, Raphael?” His mum repeated only this time it doesn’t sound like a question. “Sure mother. The meeting can wait.” He answered. “Good.” His mother replied with a tight smile and went back to eating her food like nothing happened. “So…Susan right?” My mum started and I stiffened up immediately. This is not good. “Yes,” Susan answered. “How are you related to my son-in-law?” She asked her and I could have sworn that Benita stiffened.

"Yeah, and enough about me. How is the search for Rafael going? I heard he went missing after setting fire to your club and killing some of our contacts here?" "If I am been honest, sis, it's fucking bad. It's as if the motherfucker vanished from the surface of the earth." "Wow, and his wife? Maybe she knows where he is." "She's dead." Rafael's wife, Rosa, died a few weeks ago. Thomas wasn't surprised because Rafael was just waiting for her old man to pass, and the man kicked the bucket a month ago. "That’s too bad. Hopefully, you will find him soon." "Yeah."

ZARA I smiled as I stared at the faces of each of my friends. Friends that have turned into family. Maria sat with her swollen legs on a cushion, rubbing her close to eight months pregnant belly. She seems to be doing great and glowing despite carrying two humans inside of her. Lisa on the other hand is doing more than glowing for the first time since her divorce she seems to have gotten herself together, and I'm pretty sure the new chef in her restaurant has something to do with it.

"She’s a Moretti. Her mother abandoned her father. That blood is weak. Unstable." "Don’t," he said, the word cracking. "Don’t talk about her like that." He’d never interrupted his mother before. Never raised his voice to the woman who’d ruled the Rossi household with Sicilian steel. But today, the headlines were screaming: [ROSSI HEIR’S WEDDING DAY BETRAYAL] [MORETTI BRIDE VANISHES—TAKES SECRETS WITH HER] Rossi Holdings stock had plummeted. Business partners were withdrawing. In their world, reputation was currency, and Alexander had bankrupted them.

All I knew was I couldn't be more than three feet away from her. After they reached home, Dad was irritated as he complained to Mom, "Of all the times she could've died, Heidi chose to die before Rosalie and Ethan's wedding. How ill-fated!" Mom's eyes reddened, but she merely sighed and said nothing. On the other hand, Rosalie showed no signs of sorrow, only joy. She turned to Dad and asked in anticipation, "Dad, we have yet to arrange Heidi's funeral. Why don't we postpone my wedding with Ethan?"

"Get the car! I'm going to Montrava myself!" But Matteo looked troubled. "Your father ordered a lockdown, so North Silenzio is enemy territory now…" "Fuck enemy territory!" Rafael roared. "That's my wife! I can prove—" He froze, realizing that he'd never given me that name. So now, I wasn't his wife, and our child wasn't his heir. The family butler was trembling as he stepped forward and held a box. "Ms. Rossetti left this for you and said it's a wedding gift."

I stand awkwardly at my spot, watching them bond. Within seconds, I see her glancing towards my direction before completely looking at me. She starts to stand up and push his son away slightly, trying to get a better look on me. I immediately blink a few times before tucking a strand of hair behind my ear. It's really weird to meet Elia's mother with Elis instead of with Elia. Yes, they share the same mother and blood but it doesn't feel the same; even though it shows the same. ''This is Rose,'' Elis says from behind as his mother smiles at me before looking straight into my blue eyes. I can't help but notice how she's a charm—and how nice she is even by a single glance, ''She's a friend, a

“Ms. Rivera?” I turned. A woman in her forties approached, her brown hair neatly styled, her emerald dress exactly right for her skin. Her face was friendly in the way of someone working hard not to let that friendliness touch too deeply. From the smile and the shape of her eyes, she was still part of the Jamesson family. Maybe an aunt. Maybe an older cousin. In a family this large, everyone could be a committee. “Sasha Rivera,” she said, shaking my hand. “I’m Margot Jamesson. Noelle told us to watch for you.”