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“I know that you’ve been after the Jepsons’ shares. I’m open to selling.” The doctor ordered two days of bed rest in the hospital before I was given the all-clear. I got a call from the wedding photographer. “Ms. King, I was wondering if you and your fiancé could come in sometime within the next five days for your photo session? We’re running short on time before your wedding, so the sooner we can get these done, the better.” “I need to ask my fiancé. I’ll get back to you soon.” Since Shawn refused to take my calls and respond to my texts, I went to his office.

“When I refused, the mistress demanded a 500 million cash gift. I reduced it to 100 million. Your wife returned it three days after your marriage with interest to boot. She had wanted to transfer the properties back, but I refused.” She laughed and added, "Given how they have expanded over the years, it was a great choice. She has managed to expand it astonishingly well." Jonathan asked, “What was her maternal grandmother’s name?” Emma thought for a while before she answered honestly, “Katherine Green, as far as I can remember.” Jonathan listened some more and left. He had confirmed all his doubts. His wife was the girl he had always wanted to marry. The one he had just partnered with was hi

Willow stumbled in, disheveled and wild-eyed, shouting, "You can't get married!" She staggered toward us and announced, "Tim, I'm pregnant with your child! How can you abandon us?" Her words hit him like a truck, and Timothy's smile froze as shocked whispers rippled through the crowd. "Is she Mr. Jones' lover?" "Lover? That's the daughter of Mr. Lambert's mistress. It's such an important occasion. Why didn't the Jones family make enough preparation to prevent such a mess?" … I yanked my hand away, fixing Timothy with an icy glare. While he did not know why Willow was here, I did.

“You didn’t have the intention of kissing him here, but you did at home, right?” The words hit me like a physical blow. My stomach twisted. How did she know? The kiss at his penthouse, the one that had happened only because I wanted to see who was texting him, wasn’t supposed to be known by anybody. It couldn’t even be called a kiss, our lips touched for barely a second. “What?” I asked, my voice barely a whisper. “Who told you that?” “Frederick,” she said, her voice laced with bitterness. “He told me everything.”

"And I told him something I had never told anyone." "What," Alexander said. Catherine looked at him. She had been looking at him since they arrived. The way someone looks at a person they have imagined meeting for a long time and keeps being surprised by the reality. "I knew your mother," she said. "Margaret Knight." Elena felt Alexander go still beside her. "She came here seventeen years ago," Catherine said. "She had found something inside Knight Holdings and didn't know who to trust. Someone gave her my name." "Grace Okafor," Elena said.

She said. "Oh! The president's relation right?" Rihanna said and she nodded. "I'm his son's wife" Kim mouthed and was almost tempted to roll her eyes when she recalled her so called husband. "Alfred Swarts is your husband? Awwn you're so lucky. Do you know every girl will dream to be your postion" Rihanna said with a light chuckle. *Okay! Where's the conversation going?" Kim asked herself. She k cows most women drool over her husband but could she be also one of them.

I pinched it on the side so it wobbled funny. Later, Emily Moreno came out of a door. The girl is our batch mate, but I'm not that close. Because this is one of my rivals with Zedrick who is still dead to my wife. "Oh, hi everyone! The one I've been waiting for is here!” It approached Zedrick and kissed. "Long time no see, Zedrick. You look even more beautiful now." Zedrick smiled. "Thanks. By the way, you're here," replied my husband who was still looking at the chest of the person in front of him because he was almost spitting on the shirt he was wearing as he forgot to wear a bra.

I want you to call her here," James said coldly. The waitress hurried out of the place to fetch Catherine who was still busy cooking in the kitchen. Meanwhile, Mr. Gregg was already wetting his pant in his hiding place. Soon enough, the waitress came back with Catherine. "Are you the one that prepared this meal?" Mr.James asked raising his head so that their eyes could meet hers. Catherine was shocked to see him. No wonder he has been giving her workers trouble. Was he doing this to gain her attention?

They were both tall and gorgeous and came from elite families, judging by how they carried themselves and their clothes. "Sean, remember us? It's Tiffany and Erin from high school?" A girl with caramel hair said. "Oh, yeah. Hi ladies," Sean replied with a smile. He had to stop dancing with Reese. "Can I help you with anything?" "We heard about what happened to you and your wife, and we just want to say; we are so sorry to hear about it," Tiffany said. "I had always thought you were a great person. It was shocking how your ex-wife asked for divorce just like that!"

"Good, girl." Xavier immediately captures my lips in an explosive kiss, a collision of pent-up emotion and passion. This is not just a kiss; it's a declaration of war against my sanity. His tongue sweeps across my lips with possessive demand, forcing me to open up and accept his complete dominance. I let out a soft moan, my hands weaving into his hair, pulling him closer until no air remains between us. The kiss is hot and wild, tasting like a burning, potent fragrance. Each touch of his lips seems to absorb all the wounds of betrayal I felt, replacing them with electric sparks that burn through my nerves. His steel-hard embrace is the only thing that feels real and dizzying.