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“I saw her tonight. Alive, she was at the gala.” There’s silence on the other end, then a sharp inhale. “Kyla Donovan, like your wife, the one we think is dead?” “Yes,” I snap. “Kyla Donovan My wife. The woman the world declared dead five years ago.” Another pause. “That’s… impossible.” My jaw clenches. “Don’t tell me what’s possible. I saw her with my own eyes. She’s back, Grayson. And I need to know where the hell she has been all this time.”

“Good afternoon too Mara. Its nice to finally meet you. I heard so much about you. Your husband keeps on telling me things about you.” Her brows creased and she looks at me. “Manang Biding is one of our house helpers. You were not able to meet her because she arrived when the time that James and Manang Lucy left the house. You also stop coming in our house at that time.” I told her. “But still, why did I met her just now?” She ask with confusion. “Manang Biding ask for an indefinite leave because of family matters. She came up just last week in the mansion. She came back almost the same day with Manang Lucy and James.”

YOU'RE MY WIFE, ABIGAIL... Abigail stood in front of the mirror, adjusting the hem of her soft blue blouse. Her fingers trembled slightly, and she scolded herself for it. It wasn’t the first time she was stepping into a public space as Luke Vandell’s wife, but this was different. Today, he was taking her to the company, his company. And she would be meeting his staff, the people who had known him far longer than she had, the people who likely knew everything about his past… including Obetta.

She sat on the bed, watching them arrange things into place, including installing a television. What if that man is indeed Mr Stranger? The news states he is the most cruel business man in the country! And would she be carrying his baby? This man is the most eligible bachelor in the country! What?!! "How do you like the curtains madam?" Olivia nodded with a smile as she tried to remain calm. She's a billionaire's surrogate! Not just any billionaire. The top guy in the business world. Shouldn't she freak out? Of course she should freak out!!

“Thank you, my friend. I feel very happy because now you are on the right side.” Rossalie also tried to smile after hearing Argo's words pretending to be in front of Edward. “Then, where is Tiffany now? Is my child's womb okay?” Argo and Rossalie immediately fell silent when they heard Edward's question just now. They were silent because they did not know what to answer. “Tiffany is resting at home. So you don't need to worry about your child's womb because she's fine.” Until finally Rossalie told a lie. “It's fine if it's like that. She must rest regularly so that my child's womb remains healthy and can be born normally. I can't wait for time to pass quickly. I no longer want to have this m

Jea yelled at him, then in a lower tone of voice he said to him and told him who his wife is and stated her name. "You're married to Bebe, the actress. She's super-rich, almost like me. Woah I'm proud... She started acting and modeling at an early age, she spends her money-making life better for her and her family. She was and still is her own manager, we are friends. I wonder why she hasn't told me? Hmm. Why didn't you?" Kyhe said with surprise, he began to speak about her telling him that he and his wife are friends but then he asked, Looking at Dr. Jea then started laughing and asked why he didn't. "Oh right, secret. Hold up!! The baby, the baby rumors"

she scoffed at the thought of that. "Oh, it occurred to me that you don't have a good memory". She walks around her in circles . "Let me remind you, I'm Daisy Campbell; Milo Kai Anton's wife. What is he again...?" She tapped her index finger at the corner of her lips. "Ye...yes, I heard is a Billionaire. I heard he owns Westwood city". Elleney stared at her in a daze, but she didn't stop. She continued "...it can be safe to say that he is a robber, probably a kidnapper because...".

Marianne asked, extending her hand to Lexus. Am I invisible here? I should’ve gone to Bangui Windmills first! “Not interested. I’m with my wife,” he replied coldly. My heart did a happy dance. Ericka laughed on the side while Marianne looked around, disoriented. “Where? I don’t see her—” Marianne froze when she turned to me. Lexus pulled me closer and embraced me. “She’s my wife,” he said, holding up our wedding rings. Marianne’s jaw dropped in disbelief. Tsk.

She glanced at Declan for a moment before turning her attention back to Alistair. “You've loved your best friend's wife for years. You sabotaged him behind his back just to steal everything he had.” She crossed her arms over her chest, her expression almost daring him to deny it. Declan's brows furrowed. He looked from his mother to his father. What was she talking about? If he remembered correctly, his father's only best friend had been Elysia's late father— Hervé St Laurent. And if that was the case… The best friend's wife his mother was talking about could only be Nicole St. Laurent.

A moment ago, Sebastian was furious about another man touching me—yet here he was, letting this woman hang onto him. The woman looked me up and down, scrutinizing me. I refused to be intimidated. But the way Sebastian was letting her touch him so freely was aggravating me. “This…” Sebastian inhaled deeply. “This is Celeste, Lucille. She’s my wife.” Lucille’s eyes narrowed instantly. She whipped her head toward Sebastian, disbelief written all over her face. “Your what?!” Sebastian sighed, clearly bored with the conversation. “You heard me. She’s my wife, Lucille.” He repeated.