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I shook off her hand. I looked at her with a mocking expression. “My wife is dead. What are you pretending for? Do you think this will fool me?” She raised her left arm. “Look, this birthmark proves it—” I cut her off. “What does that prove? Twins can have the same birthmarks.” She grew more anxious and tried to drag me away. I struggled hard. Catching her off guard, I shoved her aside and ran toward the parking exit.

I stood with my hand flat on the cold marble and looked at nothing in particular and thought about a woman in a corporate hallway dropping her wedding rings on the floor without a backward glance. Thought about a personnel tracker disabled four minutes after she'd walked out of my building. Thought about Edwin Hargrove's grip at the wedding. Slightly too firm. Holding on slightly too long. He had known. He had sat across from me at every family dinner for eight years with that watchful, quiet expression and he had known that his daughter was walking into my house with forty-nine percent of it already in her pocket. He had armed her before he died. And she had not known.

Now that we are married, he is all those things—gentle, perfect, and fiercely possessive—handing me almost everything I desire. I truly believe I've landed the kind of love every woman in our world dreams about. That illusion lasts until the day Matteo gets taken out in an assassination. After that, Lorenzo steps up as the Sabellas' new Don. It isn't long before he says he has family business to handle and disappears overseas for three years. Even on the day I deliver our daughter, Luna Gallo, he can't come home because of some emergency. Then I hear a recording that's blowing up on the family's internal network.

I grumbled, arching a brow at her--what the hell did she want? “Si, Perry,” she said with a warming smile. “Do you need help retrieving the spare key?” What in the world was this woman on about? “Excuse me?” “Did you forget your keys? it seemed you locked your wife inside by mistake and so we had to use the spare keys. I just wanted to confirm that you do not need help getting in. Your wife did say tiu have a bit of a memory issue,” Memory issues? “My wife told you that?”

It was a picture-perfect moment, one that she had grown accustomed to over the years. Behind her, the sound of champagne glasses clinking and polite laughter filled the air. Their annual charity gala was in full swing, and Rory was playing the role of hostess to perfection. Her husband, Julian Saint Clair, was mingling with the guests, charming them with his famous smile and effortless charisma. Rory's eyes narrowed slightly as she watched Julian laugh with a young, beautiful woman. She was a model, or an actress, or something. Rory couldn't quite remember. All she knew was that the woman was young, and beautiful, and completely enamored with Julian.

Along the way, they encountered challenges, as every relationship does, but they faced them with unwavering commitment and a fierce determination to overcome any obstacle. Amid the chaos and uncertainty, Jacob, Sean's closest confidant and friend, stumbled upon an unthinkable truth. He had stumbled upon a resemblance, a connection between Katara and his late wife. The haunting familiarity in their blood types had left him speechless, but he couldn't allow himself to believe it fully. His wife and child were supposed to have perished together, a devastating loss that had shattered his world. The possibility of a child, of a living reminder of his beloved wife, was both a torment and a glimmer

Everyone knew Amber Sherry was hopelessly in love with me. She would even risk her life for me. I got into a severe car accident to save her. My health never fully recovered. Because I had a rare blood type, she was terrified that something else might happen to me. She found someone with the same blood type and kept him on standby. He would donate blood to me whenever I needed it. I was also hopelessly in love with her. After she gave birth to Aria, I did not care what people thought. We gave her Amber’s last name—Aria Sherry. I did not want her to go through another pregnancy, so I got a vasectomy. Every socialite in our circle was jealous of what we had. On the day of Aria’s baby de

He provides and loves his daughter; I cannot fault him for that. He loves our daughter with everything in him. Shaakirah Herrington is seven now and loves her father just as much as he loves her. I am the only one who crossed the line and fell in love with him. I fell in love with David when he was there for me throughout my pregnancy. A phone rings startling me, we are not far from Kira’s school. He answers his phone. “Hey Kirsten…” he answers. His youngest brother. Kirsten Herrington. ATF agent,

His wife sent him a puzzled look, "What am I doing in our bedroom? Rod, Are you sure you're ok?" "I am." He assured, keeping his hands secure on the drawer. "Can you move? I want to drop this." She then flagged a pink towel they had purchased for their coming child. Rodriguez froze. He hasn't bothered to cover up the pistol and he knew his wife's twisted obsession to make everything she saw wrong right. She would definitely find out. "Give me that." Rodriguez snatched the towel from her hands and folded it, "You know, you shouldn't be working, I don't want you to stress out my son."