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Her Marina. THE END

Walking out of the chapel just after concluding her penance, with strong hopes that this sacrament of reconciliation will bring good tidings to her. She searched through her bespoke Hermes bag to fetch a keyless remote control. Pointing same towards an obsidian black Mercedes-Maybach S650 seated on the all paved parking lot just about 100 feet outside the chapel. Those new pair of silhouette heels still hurts terribly regardless, she needs to walk like a queen.

Jenna Jenna Maxwell, a 25-year-old woman with a kind heart and a fierce personality. She is a complete package of what men want in a woman. Looks, kindness, potential and mostly a loving nature which she had was every man's weakness, but she wasn’t any longer available for men. Her life was given to her best friend. Yes, she got married to her best friend who was also her second cousin, Liam. They never talked to each other as kids, nor ever barely saw as they used to live far from each other. In their teens, their families used to meet at festivals or family get-togethers, but they both had never gotten a chance to entangle with one another.

“Ma’am, are you hurt?” Tamara stepped back quickly, adjusting her dress, her cheeks flaming red. Her heart was pounding. Her pussy was very soaked. “I-I’m fine, it wa……was just a silly slip. Thank you for catching me, Marcus.” Richard walked into the gym at that exact moment and saw the end of the incident….his wife pressed against the tall player, hands near her own breasts. His face turned stormy with anger. “What is going on here?!”

, he said. Clara had so many twist and lies to her life that it just keeps getting annoying as the day goes by. “So now that you know a bit about who I am,” he muttered. “Who are you? And don’t bother lying, coz the moment you start lying, then we're done here", he added. I took a deep breath. “I’m Jenna.”, I said. His eyebrows lifted in genuine surprise, ,"I know one Jenna... the Luna of the Silverwhitmore Pack. Alpha Damon’s mate.”

But something in Mae's expression made my stomach twist. "Where is she?" "Your office." I walked in to find a woman standing by the window. Late twenties. Long dark hair. Beautiful in a way that made men stupid. She turned when I entered, her green eyes assessing me with cold calculation. "So you are the famous Jenna Carter," she said. "The girl who broke Colt's heart. Then got him killed." Anger flared. "Who are you?" "Sienna Moretti. Colt's ex-girlfriend. The one he was with after you ran." She smiled, sharp and cruel. "The one he actually loved. Not just obsessed over like some teenage fantasy."