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This way I could get in touch with MCN agencies better. The whole Richmond family thing seemed over, but it brought up more questions. Up until now, Amelia still didn't know who had the mark. She still wasn't at ease about this. After she walked out of the interrogation room, the first thing she did was call Jamal. "Everything was normal here. Impact? Of course there was. But honestly, it was because I didn't teach my son well. I deserved it."

“Mom, not this again—“ “No excuses, young man! You should’ve behaved like the gentleman I raised you to be and gone on that date instead of leaving the poor girl waiting. You’re already thirty-one for goodness sake. When are you going to give me my grandkids? I want to hold them before I’m too old to carry them. “I’ve already rescheduled the date for tomorrow, and this time you’re going. Don’t you dare keep her waiting again. She’s a well-mannered young lady from the Ashcroft family. Exactly the kind of woman you need. And don’t give me that CEO nonsense! I know you spend half your free time playing video games in your pajamas when you think nobody’s watching.” Despite himself, Jamal found h

Ciara rushed towards me looking very happy. “Kamara!” She screamed, hugging me tightly. I held her back. “What's wrong? How is dad?” “Dad is fine. You wouldn’t believe it, Kamara. We just received a call from the mafia that he is letting the house go.” She said. My heart thumped faster. I know I have been firm with my request. I probably just wasn't expecting him to do it so soon. I rushed to the room and saw my mum smiling alongside my dad.

Who made this boy anchor this programme with Tony? “Jamal.. You never change. Ok. Jordan, you have never made me question working for you or made me feel less. You treat me with so much grace and respect, even when I make mistakes. You possess traits that only well-raised children have. You are a fine, well-behaved gentleman. I wouldn't have anyone else take my daughter to the alter," she says. “Once upon a time, it wasn't so, but we are grateful for growth,” Jamal jokes.

He sighs and wraps his arms around me to kiss me. I smile against the kiss and let my hand run down his hair. " Thanks a lot for this Jamal. Thank you." He chuckles and nods. " It's okay. You deserved it and stop calling me Jamal." I smile and hug him. I caress his hair with my forefinger as I lean against him. " What about Kennedy? Settled with her dad?" I ask him as I run my fingers through his hair. " Yes, they settled. Finally she's got a dad. Damon wants to keep custody of the child. Jhene wasn't in support of it." He says.

"Where were you? Are you alright? You went missing these days, where were you hiding? Who helped you? What about--- " "Hush now . . . We can't let anyone hear us." He pulled me behind the large light pole and gently removed my hands from his face. "I was staying at Jamal's mum's apartment. I met him at Pat's." "Oh that makes sense," I said thoughtfully. Jamal had his own story, his father, stepmother and two little stepsisters were well off, well respected and lived in a beautiful house over looking the ocean. On the other hand, his mum was troubled and lived in a scruffy apartment in the bad neighbourhood. Jamal's father provided Jamal with everything, but he still stuck to his mother. He w

End of flashback I still remember my mom's agonizing cries that day but for her, I promised I would forgive Jamal Jamal and I are half-brothers because of some messy family drama Well, our dad cheated on Jamal's mom's sister who is my mom. Jamal is technically my cousin but it's complicated. After my mom passed away giving birth to me. Jamal's mom was due with Jamal two months later. As I grew old I realized that Mamà aka Aunt Martha was not my mom but I loved her like she was. "Matt is everything okay" Zuri says softly opening the door. Her gaze goes to the smashed-up phone on the floor "It's my 5th phone this week, it's no big deal" I nervously chuckle

" Damn. You must be brilliant. I studied marketing, graduated from NYU about two years ago. I used to work at a club, Killian's club, and then I got this job." " You originally from New York?" " Yeah. My mom's from Cuba. Why did you move out of your parents?" Jamie looks at me, probably thinking if he should tell me about his past. " We're friends, Jamie. I literally just spilled to you that I once worked at Killian's club before I got this job. I won't judge you." He nods with a small smile on his lips. " My parents were different from most parents. They couldn't accept me for who I am."

she replied. I smiled and my wife leaned over and hugged Granny. "Thank you so much for accepting me even though at first you didn't know that Marga and I know each other, I'm happy to have met you and know that your life with Marga's family will be fine," Jewel said calmly. We didn't stay long and left so that the night wouldn't catch up with us. Jewel's parents already know that I am with their daughter and that our son Storm wants to go home, just in case we aren't there yet so I'll just pick him up tomorrow.

Knew through every conversation about his health, his development, his future as my heir. And I fell for it so easily. Took her into our home, played family with her while Skye watched and suffered. For what? The thought makes me nauseated. "Who is his father?" I ask, not sure why I care. She's quiet long enough that Elder Graham clears his throat. "Jarrett Mays," she says finally. "From the eastern territories." I don't know the name. But Noah's expression suggests he does. "He's been trying to be involved," Noah says, his voice flat. "Hasn't he?"