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“It’s wrong. It’s disgusting. You’ve ruined this family. Both of you. I can’t even look at you.” Vanessa straightened, wiping a smear of blood from her lip where my ring had caught her, eyes wild now. “Exactly. She’s trash. A filthy little homewrecker who spreads her legs for taboo thrills. You think collaring her makes it romantic? It makes her a pet. A collared bitch in heat, begging to be bred like an animal.” Dante’s grip on me tightened, his body a solid wall of protection. “You’re done,” he said to Vanessa, voice ice-cold and final. “Pack your things. You’re out by tonight.”

Valerie suggested, her eyes glinting as she sat up. “Who knows, maybe he’s indeed become gay and would find you attractive.” “I doubt it, and I won’t lower myself to such an extent. What if he has truly turned gay? Do you think I could stand being fucked by a man? And talk about him? I’m sorry, I can’t do it,” Fausto said dismissively. However, Valerie thought otherwise. Fausto didn’t want to make an effort with the plan, a plan he devised himself. “Oh? I thought we were in this together. I have been doing my part, but you? What did you do? Nothing!” Valerie hissed, slamming her hands on the table.

Maybe that was better. But could this really be called a wedding? Why did it feel more like a funeral? Yeah, right. I’m dead. “GET in the car!” Gian’s voice snapped her back. He no longer sounded like the calm instructor she used to know. Gian Saldivar—her instructor in Life and Works of Rizal. Everyone knew he was gay. Until now… “Vanessa, don’t make me repeat myself,” he said firmly. She looked away. Everything hurt—her eyes, her chest, her whole being.

The man driving beside her, the one she’d been letting into her body, her head, her heart. “Vito, stop the car, please,” she gasped. “I need some air…” her hands shook as she unbuckled her seatbelt, her chest rising and falling fast. Her lungs felt tight, this was too much. She had let herself forget that he’s a killer, a Mafia Lord, even enjoy being around him, and now reality came crashing down. “Contessa Isolde Ferretti,” Vito said calmly, calling Isolde name in full.

“And he helped you when you were having car problems? Tell me, have you gotten the details on Alaric. Is it true? The stuff they say? That he goes to Leather and Lace and is into dominance and some really crazy sex?” Vanessa's mouth opened, but she snapped it shut. From all she had seen with her own two eyes, everything pointed toward an affirmative. Part of her was seconds away from divulging what she knew, but something inside wouldn’t let her. His sex life was definitely not her or Anita's business. “I think all of that is just rumors,” she said finally, smiling. “There was nothing I found that suggested it’s true.” Anita's face fell. “Well, that sucks. I was hoping you were going to hook

Because All employees at AL Group knew that Valentino did not have a child and had also not been in touch with his relatives for a long time. Lusi looked at Vesa annoyed. "Good grief, You're so good at making this up, kid. Are you an actor?" Lusi quipped. Vesa was getting frustrated. "I'm not making up. I'm really the son of Valentino Araya and Ferisha," Vesa half shouted. Lusi blinked when she heard the name of Valentino's late wife being mentioned. Not many people knew that name because Valentino never mentioned that name again. Only some people knew the name of the billionaire's wife and Lusi happened to know. She started to think again.

she asked, her tone laced with worry. When I couldn't answer and avoided her gaze, Isabella smirked knowingly. "I think I know what happened," she teased. "You do?" Vanessa turned to face her. Isabella nodded confidently before answering. "You had sex with Don Alessio, didn't you?" she asked with a mischievous smile. Vanessa hit Isabella’s shoulder. "Stop saying naughty things." "I'm not saying naughty things, Vanessa. Look at your precious Lisa—she can't even say a word, which only means I'm right. My instincts never lie," Isabella said smugly.

I closed my eyes, bringing my fingers to my temples, where I made a light massage. -No! He's married to Karla Estrabao. The woman was silent for a few seconds, perhaps thinking about who could be Karla Estrabao, when in a memory flash, Vero touched with the tip of her index finger on her head. -The Latina from the threesome? I leaned my body back again, leaning my back against the padded chair. -Yep, the one. Vero got up from her chair with a laugh that spread throughout the environment. -You are so fucked!

Garry resisted the urge to slap her again. “Besides, Vanessa, don’t think I don’t know about your bad friends!” “Dad! It’s not me!” Vanessa repeated it. “You must believe me! I love him so much and for so many years. I just want to marry him and be the hostess of Denmark Group! How could I do this to him?” “Right! Vanessa would never do that,” Mabel said. “I think that Joshua deliberately framed Vanessa!” “What’s the use of saying this now?” Garry smiled bitterly and dejectedly. “I’m no longer a Denmark Group shareholder…”

Adrian demanded. “Evelyn Hart,” Leo said grimly. “Same journalist who reached out last week.” Of course. The name made my stomach turn. Adrian grabbed my tablet and scrolled through the article. His jaw clenched with every line he read. “This is ridiculous,” he said finally. “She caims that you seduced your way into the Valehart family for wealth.” Nathan lowered his phone. “And I just received information that Vanessa just gave an interview, pretending to forgive you. She said, and I quote, ‘Serena must be lost, and I hope she finds peace someday.’”