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his underboss, Marco Bellini, whispered in his ear. Henson's voice held an edge of unease. "I didn't invite this many people. Who sent out all these invitations?" Marco hesitated. "I-it was Ms. Rossi. She said she wanted more people to witness your relationship." Henson's expression darkened instantly. "Why would she do this?" "Don, the guests are already here. We can't exactly throw them out now, can we?" Just then, Angelina appeared in a champagne-colored couture gown. Her belly was already showing a slight bump, and her face wore a smug smile.

"Both of you are stubborn. You're head over heels for each other yet you're playing strong head." "He's the one playing strong head. He won't like it when I start mine. Because I will make sure he regrets his own." "I'm afraid of the look in your eyes." Marco squinted. I rolled my eyes in return. "Whatever." The moment we arrived home, I resisted the urge to hiss seeing Angelo together with the rest in the sitting room. Marco was holding himself back from laughing seeing the way I was glaring at Angelo. "Alessia, you're back. The great event planner!" Annie hyped. I gulped down a bitter lump seeing as Angelo didn't even lift his face from his phone. Even though Annie shouted my name on purpo

She answered. ‘I’m just going to do this once, pay McKayla and forget about it.’ She thought silently. “This is going to be hard for me.” Cordelia muttered. “But you’re going to be okay.” McKyala said. “Just know that the happier Senator Ivan is, the more money you’re going to get out of him. Just be smart dear.” McKayla continued. McKayla didn’t mention that Senator Ivan was going to give her 1 million euros if she was able to get Cordelia to sleep with him.

"As long as you are sure," he told her even as he guided her to her feet and began to remove her clothes. Gone were the silks the fairies had made them wear and so Layon removed Angel's skater dress quickly and easily, even as he shimmied out of his own pants. The buckle of his belt clanged on the floor as his pants pooled around his feet. Angel worked quickly to pull his white t-shirt over his head and soon they found themselves naked, pressed

The lady bartender's back was facing the counter since she was too busy arranging the bottles and cleaning the shelves. “ Hello bartender, one glass of whiskey please.” The lady froze when she heard the familiar voice. Slowly, she turned around with a towel in her hand to face Angelina who pretended to be a customer. “ Hello there?” Angelina said teasingly, “ I think that apron fits you better.” She nodded as though agreeing to her own words. Monalisa was wearing a black apron which looked a little bit small because her baby bump was big.

She was almost done when another maid came in. “Elenita, the young Mr. Mars is looking for Angela,” she told her, glancing at me. When I looked at her, she looked down, avoiding my eyes. I shrugged, wondering if I was really looking hideous that she didn’t want to look at me. “You don’t get to address her just by her name, Nina. You have to call her -” “Oh, please,” I cut in, my eyes gaping at Elenita. “Angela’s fine.” I turned to the maid. “Where is he?”

The foundation catered for abused women and children, Leonardo was very passionate about this cause. The gala was taking place at the Mariano mansion, in the ballroom on the ground floor. Marcos accompanied Chiara to the gala, just as he always did. It was a tradition that had been going on for the last eight years, since the first time she attended the gala. Even when Marcos was romantically involved with another person, they still went together.

A female voice told Ellaine. She was beaten and tired, more dead than alive. Her breath was just a thin thread. But she was determined to win this, once and for all. She wouldn’t dare give up. Because her hands were tied, she struggled to reach the Hristoax with her mouth. To distract Ánië, she said “You will not be able to beat me now.” “Really? Why?” She turned to Ellaine just in time to see her eat the pearl in her necklace—the Hristoax.

I also felt rude referring to her as the woman, so when Eva’s attention was back on Rosa and I, I asked what it was. “You two make a very beautiful couple,” I said softly. “What’s her name?” “Her name is Angelique. My angel,” she said, and she fluttered her eyelashes, looking as though she was about to swoon. Rosa took a sip of her cocktail. “I hope you two get to dance. The ball is about more than just meeting your mate. I think it’s about enjoying your time with the people you love, too.” “I wholeheartedly agree,” Eva beamed. “It’s been lovely talking with you girls, but I get the feeling you’re wanted elsewhere.”

“ Mommy will never leave Angelo alone . Mommy loves you more than anyone else in the world . From now on , you will not have to worry about anything . Mommy will protect you . “ said Antonio . “ …Mommy……what about that scary lady that was wearing a mask when she grabbed me ?…..Is she……your cousin Annette ? “ said Angelo . Antonio and the rest looked at him surprised . They had discovered this before but didn’t know that Angelo also knew it was her . “ What makes you think she is the one who did this son ? “ asked Antonio . “ Her eyes , hair and expression is the same . She always looks at me with hate in her eyes . I have never met her before nor have I done something to upset her . I don’t