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Damon seemed to see through him: "Just say what you want to say. My wife isn't an outsider." Sergio finally spoke up: "The Delucca family couldn't personally reach you, so they called the company. Miss Gia was in a car accident, and it was pretty serious.”

“True. And we could always confirm her story at the hotel or the hospital.” “Did she tell you the name of the specialist who will operate?” she asked. “No, and I didn’t ask.” Maria stood gracefully. “Then perhaps you should introduce me. I’d like to speak with her myself.” “Come, my dear,” Mason said. By the time Mason and his wife approached her again, Lisa’s tears had dried. “I’d like you to meet my wife, Maria Mancini,” Mason said warmly. Lisa greeted the elegant woman as she sat down beside her.

JC said then scooped up his wife's body towards the bed, he laid her down slowly. Meanwhile, in Grenada, JC's past love is also living a beautiful love story with John Baldere. Three years after giving birth to Shane, her first son from John, Annastacia gave birth to another son who is cute and handsome like his father. Their second son was named Rayden Anthony Baldere. Day by day John's love for Annastacia deepened, the beautiful woman who had given him two sons always fascinated him. His mother-in-law has set a good example for his wife so that she can balance her career as a surgeon and as a good housewife.

wait… what. “Cassandra Reis”, she said, then on a whim she added, “Salvador”, she rarely used that name when introducing herself, she had no idea why, it was a major thorn of flesh between her and Domingo. “Salvador, I believe I’ve heard that name somewhere before”, Luciano said as he scrunched his face in thought, yep, he was definitely handsome. “I believe you’ve heard of the Salvador’s enterprises, owned by Domingo Salvador, I’m his wife”.

Lily nodded, and I followed the way Celine chose to reach her destination. Celine was sitting with a woman, the bloody wedding planner. There was so much exasperation in me that I didn’t notice the woman who was sitting opposite Celine. I saw her when I took the seat beside Celine. She wasn’t just any bloody wedding planner, but the woman I loved. Lauren, my wife. “We can start now,” Celine said. “I’m Celine Alonso, and that’s my fiance, Gavin Astor.” “Nice to meet you both,” Lauren said, smiling but not looking at me.

Thaddeus stood with his hands on his hips, his face darkened. The Langston family!!! "Ms. Langston, you are already in your twenties, right? Don't you have anything better to do? When my wife was your age, she had already won numerous awards for her work." Sophia couldn't help but chuckle. How dare he, a person who was divorced three times say Jacinda was his wife? She wasn't his wife anymore. "Your wife? Didn't your wife die in a car accident four years ago? Jacinda's name is now Jacinda Patton!"

But I knew that was impossible. “Good morning,” I began, carefully polite. “I’m Lila. May I ask who you are?” She inclined her head. “You must be my son’s wife.” I nearly stumbled over the edge of the rug. My mouth opened, then closed again. “I…I’m sorry,” I stammered. “Your son?” Her lips curved in a sad, knowing smile. “Luca.” I stared at her, my heart thumping unevenly. “I don’t understand. Luca’s mother, she died when he was twelve so how could she be right in front of me.”

How on earth did Maria get involved with such a thug? “We don't have to fight,” I said, my bravado not matching the turmoil within. “She is Maria de la Fonte. My wife. Her family is prominent here, and she's been missing for six years.” He chuckled. “Julian, really? Maria de la Fonte? Your wife died in a car crash.” He pointed at her. “That woman over there is Catrina Lombardi. And she belongs to me.” He puffed a cigarette and threw it away.

Letta Letishia finally found herself living in luxury and wealth. However, it wasn't all she had hoped for. She obtained it all at the cost of marrying a man who would become the father of the child conceived from their one-night stand. This relationship completely changed Letta's life. The man was Marco Jovanka, a CEO of the airline company JV Airlines, where Letta worked as a flight attendant.

"I've heard Alpha Lucas got married. This must be Mrs. Lavoie, right?" Josephine shrank back, her blush deepening as she stammered, "No, it's not like that…" Her hands fluttered, useless, as she tried to retreat from the spotlight Darren had thrown on her. Before I could speak, Lucas' arm snaked around me, yanking me from Darren's grip and into his own. His hold was possessive, his fingers digging into my waist. I looked up, startled, and found him staring at Darren, his eyes cold as winter stone. "This is my wife and mate," he said, his voice low, each word a warning. "Leila Lavoie."