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Liam's mom yelled. I just sat frozen in my plush chair. "Are you drunk, Papa?" Barbara asked with a bored expression. "Just what are you reading, Toberto?" Patricia asked in an exasperated, childish tone. "I'm not drunk, and what you just heard was indeed written and signed by me." "What nonsense! You will not give everything that I have worked for to this ignorant child that cut off from her family to go marry some fool!” Uncle yelled. “She’s no child! She is my granddaughter, the FIRST LEGITIMATE granddaughter of Henry Hernandez! And she will run my assets,” Papa growled out in anger, his tone final.

"Wow! I super love it! My beauty looks amazing. This is crazy—this face really suits me better. I’m so excited to return to Hacienda Ferman and to my handsome husband, Lejandro. Wahahahahahaha! The last laugh is definitely mine. Poor Elijah, looks like he died in that car explosion! So I have nothing to worry about anymore. All I need to do now is figure out how Lejandro will get me pregnant. He needs to impregnate me so his parents will side with me even more. Because if not… Auhmmm!"

their eyes met, Demetrio breathed, trying to control the excitement of seeing her again, even though it had only been a day, he missed her and a lot. "Can we talk, Evangelina?" he asked, and everyone's mouth fell open, even Evangelina's horrible aunt, who couldn't believe that a man as handsome and millionaire as Demetrio Laurenti was there. "Are you Demetrio Laurenti?" asked Eva's cousin in amazement. There was no one who didn't know him, he was the man who had created the most apps, and he was also the heir to a fortune. "Yes, nice to meet you," he smiled and greeted everyone pleasantly.

Curiosity got the best of me and I can’t help but ask, “Golden Boys?” She turned to face me surprising me with the intensity that she had in her eyes as she explained, “The heirs of the top billionaires of the world. They cover almost everything. From food to transportation, banks, the list just goes on and on.” “Wow,” Brie replied with amusement. “You’re lucky, Eve.”

The air reeked of cigarettes and gasoline, and I hated how familiar it felt. “Still brooding over daddy’s rejection?” came the unmistakable voice behind me. I turned slowly. Javier Hernández strolled into view, all swagger and shadow, a cigarette dangling from his lips and a whiskey-stained smirk stretching across his face. Dressed in a leather jacket and ripped jeans, he looked like a punk billionaire’s dream, messy, dangerous, and far too charming for his own good. “I heard about the board meeting,” he continued. “Tyler still holding your leash?” I didn’t answer.