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she sounds so proud. Damn, how can she be so sure about this? She wasn't with Callum every day. "I'm sure, Jess. Callum is just pretending, believe me!" I insisted. She shook her head and didn't seem to believe me. "It's up to you! You're lucky with your husband because he's kind, unlike others. There are those who are forced to get married and then treat their wife differently!" I just shook my head. Why am I still listening to what Jess is saying? It's all nonsense! What she says is unlikely to happen. Callum is in love with someone else and maybe he treats me well just because of my family?

No, it was not Jessica, the Alpha's forced girlfriend who showed up at the casino every time, it was the man behind her. Kenji Lockwood. Clad in an all-white three-piece suit, with his right hand wrapped around the thin waist of a lady in a matching white dress. He had a glass of lemonade in his right hand, while he talked to the elderly man that stood in front of him. His date held on to his arm, deliberately pressing her breast to the side of his shoulder. He threw his head back in laughter, she couldn't hear the blissful sound, but he sure did seem happy.

Then at Ella standing by the dining table. He paused. He hesitated for a moment before speaking. "Ella, Jessica is carrying the Blackwood family bloodline. You're my wife. Can you help me take care of her and the child in her belly?" Without waiting for Ella to answer, he grabbed his car keys and headed for the door. "I'll be back as soon as I can." Ella stood in place. She looked at that door. She suddenly wanted to laugh. She was his wife. So she had to take care of the child in Jessica's belly—a child she didn't even know was his or his brother's?

My chest tightened, and I realized the war inside me wasn’t just desire — it was treason. Across the room, Evelyn Drake observed quietly, polite, distant. Even the extras — the silent security, the murmuring assistants, the gossipy socialites — were tools in a game I hadn’t intended to play tonight. And yet, it was happening. I was being consumed by something I had never surrendered to, something that could unravel everything. I reminded myself: She was Edward’s. His wife. His world. A forbidden line I could never cross. And still, the thought of her kept me awake, restless, calculating how I could be near her without being caught, without revealing the obsession I already felt deep in my ch

So she did not know the ops and downs. It turns out that Troy did not marry Abby Lewis.... But last time she saw them in the mall, they were very happy and seemed to have had a baby. They were getting married, and they were holding a wedding. But somebody made troubles at the wedding and they failed to perform marriage." Sunny adds, "However, the president of Williams's Group is living together with Miss Lewis and they already had a child." Nina is a little dizzy, "So are they married or not?" "Not married, but they live together with a child." Sunny says and takes a look at Nina, "Nina, why are you so interested in these now? I remember you were not a gossip!"

“Might interest you.” My eyes flicked toward him. “What?” “That guy you told me to keep an eye on. A while back.” I raised a brow. “Rocco, I tell you to keep your eye on everyone. Be specific.” “Ethan Lockwood. And his wife. Jade.” At the mention of those names, my jaw flexed. The cigarette burned between my fingers, ignored. Those two. The ones who broke my wife. “What about them?” “There’s a little party happening at their place today. For their kid. Looks like a birthday celebration. Small gathering, neighbors, close friends. Outdoor setup. Backyard barbecue vibes.”

But she couldn’t stay silent, couldn’t let him tear Liam down without saying anything. “With all due respect, Mr. Stone,” she began, forcing her voice to remain steady, “Liam and I don’t need your approval. Our marriage is our own business, and you—” Maxwell cut her off with a dismissive wave of his hand. “Spare me the lecture, Ms. Lakewood,” he said, his tone dripping with condescension. “I’ve seen your type before. Young, ambitious, looking for a way in. I suppose you think you’ve found your golden ticket with my son.”

When Edward and Sasha got married, Sasha did bring a dowry of 100 million pesos and bought a fund for Edward. The contract of that fund can be withdrawn three years after he and Sasha got married! Counting the days, there are still a few days left, and he and Sasha have been married for three years. Although this money belongs to Sasha and Edward, it has always been in the hands of Jericho and his wife, which is equivalent to Jericho's family. That's not a small amount! "Edward, isn't it good to put the fund here with us?" "You are still young, getting such a large sum of money, it is not good for you, you still have to be down-to-earth and make a fortune on your own." Perla said bitterly.

I interrupted immediately. Logan’s brows shot up. “O…kay?” He dragged the word, clearly confused. I ignored him and turned to Jameson, stretching his phone out. “Your call. ‘My Love’ is waiting.” But he didn’t take the phone. Instead, his gaze shifted past me to Logan. His expression hardened even more. Then without warning, he grabbed my wrist and yanked me closer. His grip was firm, his voice low and gritted. “She. Is. My. Wife,” he repeated, loud and clear. “And we’re no business partners.”

"How could she hit you so hard? And you just stood there and watched, Jesse. Have you forgotten Sinead is your wife?" I was already a little upset. "She has already married someone else with your approval. Have you forgotten that?" Sinead's mother choked on her words and fell silent. After a while, she spoke again. "But that wasn't real. It was only an act. You're the only one taking it seriously." I rolled my eyes. They had all treated those solemn wedding vows as an act, but I couldn't. In fact, I found it filthy. Besides, it had been five years, and they had never told me about Zachary.