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Her mother is African and her father is British but grew up in Los Angeles. “Hey, Gabs?” I pulled her in a hug, I caught Emelia in the corner of my eye and she lowered her head without saying anything. “So Jadon tells me you got married without telling me” She excitedly said holding my hands as I nodded my head. “Gabs, this is my wife Emelia” I gestured with my hand as she gasped looking at Emelia, “Oh my god she looks exactly like Eleanor. I don’t believe this” She rushed over to Emelia who faked a smile.

“I was at your wedding. How much did my grandson pay you to marry him?” I froze, searching for a response when he stepped closer and whispered, “Just kidding. David can be a real jackass, but I’m glad he married you. And I hear my great-grandson’s finally talking? That’s all you.” “Me?” I stammered. “I didn’t do anything.” He chuckled. “Your presence is enough.” Then, lowering his voice, he added, “Between you and me, I never wanted my son to marry that woman Lizzy. Gold-digger, if you ask me.”

He lamented, like Ramma Aubrey spoiled his treasure. Orly Lazy only smiled bitterly this time and didn't cry anymore. Seeing her like that Augustus Delvin knew he was right. It was clear that that Ramma Aubrey was eloquently claiming that Orly Lazy was his wife. And because of that incident, robbing him a piece of land was like loving her very much, so he also did a little research to find out that she was not happy. I don't know my biological parents, my adoptive mother hates me, my husband hates me.

As they dragged Talia off, she twisted back and spat, "I put up with being your wife for seven years—that's more than you deserved. You think you're some prize? "You can't get anyone pregnant, and you've been useless in bed for years. No one wants you unless she's desperate. "So what if I went to Danny? When things go wrong, maybe look at yourself. A guy like you thinks I should've stayed loyal?" After we got married, we ran every test trying for a kid. Nothing happened. I told her to take it slow. I even got her pricey meds to help. She quit after a few days. So she thought I was the problem? That I couldn't perform?

“It's fine if it's like that. She must rest regularly so that my child's womb remains healthy and can be born normally. I can't wait for time to pass quickly. I no longer want to have this marriage relationship with the daughter of the murderer.” “So, you mean you're going to divorce Tiffany after your child is born? After that, you will take custody of your child and separate from Tiffany?” asked Argo. “Yes, I can do whatever I want including getting full custody of my child. After that, I will find a new wife who is better than Tiffany and who will be a mother to my child.” Argo and Rossalie were very shocked to hear Edward's words which were very cruel to Tiffany. “Oh, my God! What has ha

and this is the least I can do for him as his wife. Because I'm tired of him hurting me almost every day every time he comes home from work. That whenever I did even a little mistake in his eyes, he would make it a big deal. "Kris, don't think about anything else..." When Mother Minda returned with the first aid kit, she immediately sat in front of me to begin the treatment. "Don't think that your husband is not normal. You can't blame him if because he wants you to have a child, he suddenly becomes a different person in your eyes."

****** My forehead creased as I caught the glazed look in Rachel’s eyes. "Killian was an unwanted child by his father," she said, breaking the silence. "Jakob Schmidt was a man of great power, a sadistic man who enjoyed pain on others." She gulped down as she stared outside. "Jakob never loved Kristina, for him she was just a woman his parents arranged for him to marry and birthed a heir. When Killian was born, I was hired as his care taker since Kristina was….sick most of the times." A look of pain flahsed in her eyes, that kind which was far more than physical. “He was a lovely child—kind and sweet.”

"He even feels sorry for me all the time, saying my parents favored sons over daughters and that I suffered because of it. He turns a blind eye to me supporting my 'brother.' What an idiot!” "Why wouldn't I take advantage of a guy like this? His money is there for me and my son to spend!" I stared at my phone screen, my fingers trembling uncontrollably. Vivienne Carter was my wife. For five years, she constantly cried in front of me, saying she was neglected by her parents since childhood and forced to drop out of school to support her brother's education. Every single word oozed self-pity.

"She's a gold-digger, Jaxon. You know it too." "I said drop it," Jaxon repeated, his voice dropping into that icy tone that usually made people freeze. "She only married me for the family money," Raxon muttered, leaning back in his chair and glaring at me. "You're just using my family to get yourself a nice lifestyle, aren't you, Nadia?" I kept my head down and didn't even try to fight back against his words. I was just way too tired to argue with him anymore, and it wasn't worth the energy.

He refers to Lola, “Aunty, I brought the salad for you. Would you like some?” Nathan is the boy who seems interested in Lola and her parents are also considering him as a future son in law. He was, after all, a perfect match for their daughter. Nathan’s father is a security guard in a high school and his mother sells homemade food. He is also poor like Nora and both of them practically grew up together in the same neighbourhood. Henry and Lola are aware that Nathan is in love with Nora, he wants to get married to her. Both of their families have already agreed for their marriage, they are only waiting for Nora’s approval.