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But I refused to show them weakness. Estella's mocking laughter echoed in the room, her voice dripping with disdain. "Look at you, all high and mighty with your riches," she taunted. "But money doesn't make you strong, Lyza. It's just a facade. I've never heard you utter the words 'please' or beg for mercy. Can you please do it for me, hmm?”

“My girl… I didn’t know.” “Didn’t know?” Lana’s laugh was bitter, jagged, slicing through the room. “You left me, Mom. You took Dad’s money and vanished, and now you’re fucking my husband?” Her voice cracked on the last word, the ring on her finger glinting as she pointed at me, her gaze a blade. I stood frozen by the futon, the envelope of Cara’s cash heavy in my pocket, my throat dry as ash. The locket around Lana’s neck—open now, revealing a faded photo of a younger Cara—seemed to mock us all.

I said, just as we entered the greenhouse. Elena made a small sound from beside me, and let my hand go. "I knew you were going to ask sooner or later." She said, not looking at me, and instead, going to touch some of the plants, which I honestly didn't recognize. I said nothing, and just waited for her to continue speaking. "The best words to describe what we have is, 'old money." The said, emphasizing on the last two words. "My family used to have a lot of money when I was a little girl. Something that we have all chosen to forget and never speak about. And, my dad got swindled by his partner in the company they started, and all the odds were against him at the end of the day, so he had to

the old man instantly said. The old lady cried harder. “I had never taken the money out of my own pocket because do I have money? It’s not that you didn’t know I don’t have a job. I had been working three hours of odd jobs a day for thirty dollars! That’s only almost eight hundred dollars a month! Do I have money? Doesn’t matter if it’s your money or my money. Isn’t it enough as long as the children have been given allowances? I have given allowances to your grandchildren every year, but have you given a single penny to my grandson before? Why can’t you see my grandson? He has been calling you grandpa for ten years!”

There was an old lady who swallowed a spider, That wriggled and wiggled and tiggled inside her; She swallowed the spider to catch the fly; I don’t know why she swallowed a fly – Perhaps she’ll die! I twirl in place as my mind becomes foggier. I have no control over myself. All I can do is gleefully repeat the rhyme over and over again. Looking grim, Lucifer grips me by the forearms and pulls me against him. “Stop it, Lana.” Smirking with amusement, I look back at the Locusts, “Lana’s not here anymore!” I say in a sing-song voice. “Lana’s gone.”

she said. “Rainey,” I said. “Just accept it. You were a great help for the charity this year. It’s the least I owe you.” “I will not let you pay me off like some whore!” “Wait, what?” I’ve heard Rainey curse before, but for some reason, the derogatory word sounded horrible coming from her mouth. How could she possibly think that way? “You heard me. I won’t be paid off.” “I’m not paying you off at all. You said you needed money for you and your son. I’m trying to do the right thing here. You were the one that said things were tight. Please, just take it for me.”

I replied sarcastically. “But we need to milk him of his wealth before we run off with our getaway car,” she added, laughing. I chuckled, remembering the reference to Taylor Swift’s song. “We don’t have to do that. I have money, alright? All of his assets are mine.” “Oh, right,” she laughed, yawning. “Now, I really need to sleep and get lazy.” She smacked me with another pillow, and I laughed along with her.

“Did you really think I ever wanted you?” I froze, the sound of my pulse roaring in my ears. “What are you saying? Help me up, Diego. Let's….let's talk about things. Are you out of your mind?” I managed to say but his smile only grew wider, brushing my hair said with mock and tenderness. “You, Lana, the little orphan omega born with a silver spoon that is now mine. Do you know what Elder's called you behind your back? ‘A pity Luna’ A charity case I turned into royalty.”

Picking up the microphone once again, I spoke piercingly clear without shouting, "Everyone, allow me to introduce things properly. As of this morning, the very last asset under Martin's name has completed a fully legal transfer. Every trade route, dock, company stock, trust fund belonging to the Clark family and company, as well as this very estate, has all been changed to my name." I paused for a moment, my gaze sweeping past the dumbfounded dons below, before finally landing on Julia’s face, which had turned pale in an instant. "Therefore, this wedding, the dress on your body, the ring on your finger, and even the red carpet you are stepping on, every single penny spent was my money. "Mart

I retorted, feeling the weight of my words as they hung in the air between us. “But you want my will and my money, don’t you?” he accused, his eyes narrowing. “I want nothing from you except one thing that you can never give me.” “The thing that you want comes with a price, and you know that too.” The old man replied, his voice filled with resignation. “And that price is being capable here at Lacroix Enterprises,” the old man stated, his voice filled with a mix of sadness and determination.