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I blinked furiously like one under the sun at the paper. The letters squirmed like a snake as I stared at them.100 MILLION DOLLARS.I couldn’t believe what my eyes were seeing. How could my grandpa owe them, this huge amount of money? I looked at them.

His accent was strange, not quite Jamaican. "Thank you, that would be amazing!" "I don't know if drinking on the dingy is a good idea. Drowning, even in these crystal clear waters would still be a shame." Lex said but smiled at Donna. "I'm on vacation, and I plan on drinking a lot! So you just shh, or join me." Donna took the cider their host held out to her and popped the lid. The rest of them followed suit and they clinked glasses in a silent toast. "We should go snorkeling," Donna said.

When I turned to him, he froze for a few seconds before uttering some fancy words to flatter me. "I never knew that you do have such a lovely daughter, Mr. Kho", he started which my father just smile while I'm on the verge of smashing this guy's hand in my bareback. I took a couple of steps forward to get rid of it but it seems that he wanted to annoy me tonight since he literally does the same thing as I did. "Aviana, this is one of my sons, Devin Delatorre", her mom presented. I fake a smile towards him.

Thick black hair, olive skin, a slightly crooked nose that made one mesmerized from his ruggedly masculine charm. Amelia was still taking in the sheer beauty of her baby daddy's face when his phone beeped. Curiosity set in. Amelia knew she would invade his privacy if she checked his phone but if she was going to give him a chance, she may as well guard herself and make sure there were no surprises in the future. She bit her lower lip before hesitantly taking his phone. It was locked but a name appeared on the screen. 'Mirabel' it read. Amelia sat up on the bed as she stared at the name on the phone.

“As much as I would like you around, the second season of Laundry Heist wouldn’t watch itself, so off you go” “I’ll text you whatever the outcome is” “Sure, just try not to bathe him with your wine before he starts talking” Camila joked then opened the door. “That will happen if he deserves it” Joan pointed. “Text me when it happens, I want full deets” Camila winked then waved Joan one final by before shutting her door. “Finally, some time to myself” … The taxi stopped in front of ‘De’Luor L’Amour’ restaurant after about twenty minutes of driving, she wasn’t too familiar with this environment mainly because she never bothered about going on outings or hanging out with some elite friends she

her subconscious screams at her. “Daughter, I know you have done a lot for me, but could you please give your brother back the money I lent you?” asks Mirella, Arya hearing her gets upset, for she knows perfectly well that this one has blatantly lied to her. “He came today, he's very overwhelmed, do you know I'm going to be a grandmother?” “What!” she asks puzzled. “What do you mean you're going to be a grandmother, what are you talking about?”

Then, under her breath but loud enough for the table, she muttered in rapid-fire Spanish, “Estos americanos siempre vendiendo castillos en el aire. Como si supieran lo que es seguridad de verdad.” (These Americans are always selling castles in the air. As if they knew what real security was) Polina didn't blink, but I felt her shift slightly. She didn't speak the language, but she was fluent in ‘Disdainful Tone.’ I let it slide. First offense. I kept my face neutral, I was busy calculating exactly how I was going to dismantle this woman’s ego.

That place became a market, and she was like merchandise being fought over by men hungry for flesh. "One billion!" Silence. Everyone was deafened, including Eleanor. All eyes turned to the source of the voice. On one side, at the very top, was a man wearing a black polo shirt. He slowly went down, his footsteps were the only noise heard throughout the place. "One Billion?" asked Don Constantino, his eyes widening and unable to believe what he heard. "She's mine!" until he finally got down and was right in front of Eleanor. Knight Andrie, one of the richest men in the entire Philippines. He is a billionaire not because of inheritance but pure effort.

A billionaire by thirty-two, heir to a legacy steeped in politics and pharmaceuticals, he was the type of man whose presence alone could silence a room. He hadn’t glanced back as she walked the aisle. Not once. Not even when she finally stood beside him, trembling, with hands that had once held rosaries, now clutching a man’s hand in false matrimony. Jeremi Moretti didn’t smile when she reached him. He only looked at her. His gaze was cold, piercing, unreadable like a man accustomed to lies, and prepared to live with them. "You’re late," he whispered, barely moving his lips.

he asked, feeling puzzled. “Iero…” Hierro called as he looked at Iero. His face is extremely serious. “Yeah?” Iero answered, waiting for what Hierro was going to say. “Can you tell me – “ Hierro spoke as he took a deep breath. “ – where did that book come from?” he finally asked. “Huh? What book?” Iero asked. “The book about the fairies which your parents told you before.” Hierro answered. “You mentioned that to me.” He told him.