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said Siska, to the point. Frans pursed his lips, a sign that he wanted to protest. But Siska kissed the man on the cheek, and succeeded in making Frans not pursing his lips anymore. Sometimes they feel funny, they are old and have a daughter who will grow up. But still, their character is like a pair of high school teenagers who are in love. Siska resumed her activities with a little daydream, for some reason her brain was reluctant to stop thinking about the news of the murder. Meanwhile, Frans, who saw his wife who was not focused on cooking, stopped Siska from her reverie.

“Micah!—“ a worried voice of a woman spoke from beside him. She was a tall and dignified woman wearing a dress that reached her knees, She looked like she was in her late thirties. “I know you are angry but just hear me out for once okay? It’s not a real marriage anyway, so just go with the flow,” “Ha,” Micah gave out a cold laugh, “Just a year, All I am asking of you is one year. Everyone will forget about the rumors and then you can divorce her.” Micah is fist tightened as he heard her speak.

"Oh, really? But you used to really like me touching you. You were even willing to open my legs wide for me. Have you forgotten, Freya? You were crazy about me and gave your body to me willingly." Freya's body was shaking violently. She kept moving and as our bodies rubbed together, she would bite her lips hard to keep from making a sound. It made me want to do more to see her other reactions. "You've lost your mind... aren't you ashamed to seduce a woman who has a husband? You even have a lover!" she shouted. I grinned. "What have I done? Am I kissing you right now? Or having sex with you? You seem to want that to happen, don't you?" I whispered in her ear and she immediately shuddered whil

We have a big party planned, and while I'm excited to celebrate, I'm eternally grateful to Ben for giving us this moment to ourselves. “I love you,” Aiden whispers, caressing my cheek with his hand. “More than anything.” I lean into his touch, reveling in the soft stroke of his skin. I stand up on my tip toes and kiss his smile. He laughs, wrapping me up in his arms and lifting me up in the air. My shoes slide off my feet but I don't care. I'm kissing the man I love. The man who is not only my best friend, but now my husband.

On every channel their kissing video is viral. And another storm is that Myra Kapoor is the wife of Mr. Austin Black. Another news channel says, "The top male model Mr. Adam Redcliff has been hospitalized today as he was beaten by someone brutally. He was also the lead male model in the event." "Hospitalised?" Myra muttered and docked into the news. She was startled as she has been announced as his wife and she officially announced that she is Myra Austin Black.

Mom wiped my tears. “Maybe sharing this video would make him look crazy too,” I said as I reached for my phone. “What video, honey? Don’t…” She didn't finish her sentence as the video now caught her attention. “This happened today?” she asked, and I nodded, “Wow!” “Wow? My fiancé kissed his ex-wife and this is your reaction?” I couldn't believe her. “This is your ticket, honey; this is what would make William yours again.” “W-what?”

I cringed at the sound of his voice and annoyance in his tone that rang deep in my head. “Tell me what’s going on? Did I do something wrong to you?” Freddie asked in a low tone. “No you didn’t do anything wrong to me. Freddie, it’s just that..that guy you met is my fiancé.” I said after some seconds of silence. I studied Freddie’s expression. Different emotions crossed his face — surprise, shock, hurt, and his mouth was slightly opened. “Look Freddie -“

“Did you hear this from Elle again?” “Not this time. You’re my wife, and that title makes you almost like a celebrity. Paparazzi are watching you everywhere but I managed to step in before the photos were leaked.” He seemed to be rapping his fingers against the table on the other side of the phone. “How do you know him? Even my legs look better than his ugly face.” She was enraged about her loss of freedom. “He’s Freya’s ex-boyfriend. He wants to know her whereabouts but I didn’t tell him anything.”

“Freya, my fashion line was featured in the global magazine last week. If you wouldn’t mind, you could model for the clothes designed for pregnant women when your baby bump reaches nine months.” Freya smiled sweetly. She admired her fingernails while slightly rubbing the tiny bump in her stomach, hugged by her tight dress. “I will, if my dear husband agrees. You see, he prefers to lavish money on me instead of letting me do those stressful jobs.” “You’re so lucky, Freya.” “It’s rare to find such husbands nowadays. He must love you so much!” “Of course.” Freya chuckled. She looked at Kiara and asked, “What about you? I heard that you’ve divorced Killian Reid, is it true? What do you do now to

Attorney Kim nodded slightly and asked further, "And can you tell the court about the final incident that led you to leave Desmond?" Freya's eyes darted to Desmond as if flashing a subtle warning before releasing the bombshell. Desmond leaned forward, fixing her with a vicious stare as if threatening her not to speak. However, Freya averted her gaze from him and turned to her lawyer. “I saw him on the news openly kissing a popular movie star after lying to me about going for a business trip. That same day, I walked into his room and found many feminine dresses and underwear that weren't mine. So many triggering things I can't even say right here”, Freya said, stealing another furtive glance