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And Ben gave another silent toast before taking a sip. Then, the business king glanced at Jewel and was grinning again. ‘But isn’t this the daughter of the Mafia King’s Uncle? Miss Jewel, I believe.’ ‘You do keep tabs on the family, Mr. Lux.’ Ben carelessly slotted his arm around Jewel’s waist and pulled her close, snapping her out of her glare, and muttered affectionately, ‘Yes, she’s my wife now. The great Mrs. Smith.’ I nearly coughed out my wine. If I didn’t think that Jewel was a great actress, I think she is now. Not a visible sign that Ben was lying. Then, I spotted the ring around her fourth finger, and I stared at them flabbergasted, when Papa broke into a satisfying laugh.

He stood, and slapped the man hard. "Are you blind? Look carefully at who she is! That's Jasmine Smith, the most beautiful woman in Centropolis!" he snarled. Several recognized her, and were stunned. Kelvin put on a friendly, gentlemanly smile. "Ms. Smith, it's been a long time! How did you end up in the selection group?" "I just wanted to play a little joke, but I didn't expect someone to be so out of line," Jasmine replied with a cold smile.

My phone made a sound inside my pocket and I take it out to look at it, my jaw dropped upon seeing the photos that had just been posted on Twitter. Pictures of me and Josh inside his car, when we went to get our food and when he was taking me back, he had kissed me on the cheek because I said something that made him laugh and recall the time. And if that wasn't enough, the captions were a bit outrageous. In headlines: Camila Brinx-Camorra, wife of Elijah Camorra, seen smooching with lover Camila Camorra spotted making out with her lover at Sunset Blvd Not even the rich can contain their hunger for excitement!

She wore a lace panty in purple colour, with stone only covering her nipples. The rest of the body was shown, her hair was long till her hips, all red, the skin was tan and a tattoo of the letter 'J' was on her left side of the boob. The girl named baby lightened up a cigarette and handed it to Jewel. "Let us teach you the pole dance," Sweetpea said to Amelia who refused to do it. The little girl was too stubborn, she was too innocent, also. "Anyways, leave her. Van Dough will teach her a lesson." Jewel said and all of the girls left her alone, practising the pole dancing.

They acted like she might snap. She pulled out her phone. Scrolled. “From Convict to Builder: Why Cillian St. James Deserves a Second Chance” Statement released via the Bellington Group Isla let out a short, incredulous laugh. “Of course.” Benita—little trust fund princess with a soft voice and a big, loud signature. She pinched the bridge of her nose and closed her eyes, just briefly. The same people who had cheered Isla’s testimony yesterday were already moving on. Calling her “emotional.” “Conflicted.” One feed even used the word jealous.

"I'm sorry. I'm really sorry, but I really just need you to know, it's not what you really think. It's a far cry from what you think. I really just need you to grant me an audience." "Okay, come on, show me." Lizeth demanded, taking back the same strides she took away from him, and waited while Omarion once more opened his gallery. Omarion clicked on a private collection, and immediately, she was faced with the nude pictures of a lady. At first, she wanted to throw a tantrum and probably give Omarion another slap, but she paused. The face was familiar.

she answered after pulling on one of Riffraff’s shirts. “Miss Jasmine Olson?” came an unfamiliar feminine voice. “This is she.” Closing the door to Riffraff's room behind her, she headed to the stairs in her sweats, t-shirt and crocs. She had not expected to like the weird shoes as much as she did. “Miss Olson, my name is Tabatha Smith, and I’m with Bellator.” Taz stumbled slightly on the stairs but caught herself on the railing. Two brothers also reached out to steady her.

"Benjamin doesn’t have any tattoos, but he has a mole on his left thigh, near his hip." "Here?" Bertha asked, pointing to her left hip. "No, here," Zayna corrected, pointing to the upper left thigh—an area private enough that only someone who had seen Benjamin without clothes could possibly know. Bonita stared at her phone with a hollow look. The video sent by Velica made her fingers tremble violently. A whirlwind of thoughts ran through her mind, and she felt on the brink of losing control until a knock at her bedroom door broke her spiraling thoughts. It was supposed to be her precious day off, but apparently, peace of mind was not in the cards.

He laughs " You have really thought about this haven't you? well, then your next husband" "What if-" he jumps in "Enough with the questions already Violet, escort her back to her room please". I smile, I remember. JESSE'S POV I storm into the house, the maids gather me " Where is she? Where is Benita?". One of them answers "She's at the poolside getting a tan". I go to the pool area, I see Benita on the chair wearing a bikini with dark shades looking directly at the sun. "Benita!", I exclaim she instantly fall to the ground