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Marcel asked to confirm. Herman did not immediately answer. “I don’t want to prolong this problem,” said Marcel. “I will use all my abilities to make my parents’ dreams come true forever.” “Cel, I like how stubborn you are.” Herman, both amazed and surprised. “If I wasn’t stubborn, I think I’d just keep getting trampled on, Dad.” Marcel confirmed sighing. “That’s why I try to advance the lab.” Herman looked at Marcel, who still maintained his principles of keeping alive the dreams his parents had.

Survived the hard way. There is actually nothing to know about him. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to bring back unpleasant memories." So, she noticed. He didn't say anything else as he focused on driving. Her gaze still on his face. Mariana realised that she wouldn't get to know Marcello easily. He wasn't someone to sit around and share his past with others, his wife included. She needed to know the man she married. There was a part of her that just wanted to know his past, flaws and mistakes. But it seems with every question she asks him about himself, he grows colder and distant.

I said. "Why?" Maxwell asked. I wasn't expecting him to ask. I was expecting Clay to ask that question. I guess the whole warming thing had softened him. "That bitch is too much work. She is rude, arrogant and impossible to deal with. I can't deal with her shit. She also has a sense of entitlement. She didn't even say thank you for the stuff I got her. She is a grade-A bitch." I complained, and Clay began to laugh. "She is a Valkin Alpha's child, Lucian. What did you expect?" Maxwell said.

I introduce myself, suddenly feeling self conscious. It was moral sense to introduce your self to strangers you just meet. "Camille." She replies "And its nice to meet you." "You too." I say unsure. It's not even ten minutes yet, I can't be so sure. "So you and Xavier are a...... " "Oh no." I quickly cut her shut. Knowing exactly where she was heading to. "We are not a thing, not even close to friends, it would be an overstatement if you even call us acquaintance."

Regan asked carefully. Marceline shook her head. “People who choose dangerous lives aren’t always bad people,” she said quietly. “Sometimes… they just didn’t have a better choice.” Her gaze drifted briefly toward the open window, the ocean beyond calm and endless. “And besides,” she added with a small, warm smile, “a dangerous man who repays kindness with this much care… can’t be that terrible.”

“That's just Marcel being Marcel. He must look at that girl like that too.” Kathie frowned. “Which girl?” “Selene Carlson. The girl who is always with him in the newspapers.” “That girl with brownish hair?” “You know her.” Kathie burst out laughing. “She's the one you're worried about? That kid is literally no threat. Marcel doesn't even see her that way. I can assure you of that. One hundred percent. She's just a little girl who likes pestering him a lot.” “That's what you think. Why then was she so confident that they would get engaged soon? She was even calling him her fiance.”

Charlotte Hayes' POV I was walking from the room, when all of the sudden, my mother, Ophelia stood before me with that innocent smile of hers. An angelic smile that seduced millions of people in this world. "Darling, where have you gone?" She asked, with worried eyes. Ophelia Maine was a good mother that gave me everything I wanted. People would do anything just to experience what's it like to be in a care of the queen of the stage; but the only thing I don't like about her… is the fact that she's—"Don't tell me that you went to cry because you still couldn't beat me in terms of beauty?" She's a narcissist.

"Oh my god. Ohhh my god. Do you really think women are as stupid as you? You do not mind my attitude? We can take care of Lumos together?" The scheming was so transparent that Gabriel somehow circled back into being the most honest man on Earth. "You just want me to take you in as a sugar mommy, boy," I said flatly. "Be honest about it instead of pretending this is about love. That is disgusting." I waved and summoned my bodyguards. "As a reward for pestering me, I will now send you to one of my coal mines abroad. I happen to need hard labor." "No! Marceline, you cannot fucking do this to me! No!" He was still screaming at the top of his lungs as they dragged him away.

Then again, I've never been put in the position to do so, especially with the image of my social life. Count a few dollars and they're smiling. Give them a night and they're satisfied. At least that's the reaction I get from every lady I've met...excluding Ronnie. With her as my sister, I was certain there wasn't much of them. Strong-willed women. Stubborn and determined. And then comes Marcella Anne, with her determined spirit and stubbornness. I'm positive if I offer to buy her something, she'll open the door just to spit in my face.

Her son, Marcel Mordrake, was her greatest weapon and her greatest disappointment. Marcel was the mirror image of Czar’s shadow. Where Czar was disciplined, Marcel was debauched. Where Czar was a man of science and silence, Marcel was a creature of noise and adrenaline. He was the kind of man who would bet a month’s inheritance on a single hand of poker just to feel the rush of losing it.