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I tear my gaze from the looming building to her, rubbing my clammy palms on my black dress. “You truly look like a goddess,” Marina says, repeating what the makeup artist, who’d done my makeup said when she saw me all dressed up. She’d been so startled when she saw me, claiming I was the most beautiful woman she had ever seen. I’d appreciated the compliment right until she said I looked like an angel. Lily had been more than delighted to let her know my name is Angelica. “You are the goddess,” I tell Marina with a chuckle, finally feeling my stomach unknot itself.

“The ghost who never slips? You let her see you?” Angelo’s jaw clenched. “She’s not supposed to know. She’s not supposed to be part of this.” “And yet,” Marco said, folding his arms. “She already is. Isn’t she?” Angelo turned sharply, fury flashing in his eyes. “Watch your tongue.” But Marco didn’t flinch. He never did. “I’ve seen the way you look when her name comes up,” Marco said. “I’ve seen the way you move through this city like you’re chasing something more than orders. You can lie to Giovanni, to Vince, to Tatiana herself. But don’t lie to me.”

Angelina and Ciara look at each other like they’re questioning each other about that plan that Nicollo is talking about. “I can’t for now uncle, because as I said I need to study first how these two woman moves. I got to be extra careful since that woman named Angelina was a former military sergeant and you know what it takes to have that position. So I’ll just maybe meet you maybe 8 this night.” He uttered then end the call.

she said and Mr Garcia already knew what she meant as he watched her grab a glass of wine from the waiter who just walked past her holding a tray of wine. "Thank you all for making it to this year's Billionaire's Meet. As you are well aware, we are here to relax and have fun. Let me kick start this evening with a song from the beautiful Ana," the voice of the MC travelled across the hall drawing everyone's attention to the front In a few minutes, the voice of a beautiful lady filled the room with a melodious song. The program continued with an open floor for dances as music played in the background. Others seize the opportunity to build a new business partnership and that is how the evening

After school, we did mountains of homework together. I loved being around her because she was always laughing and she made me feel good. She had to be the happiest girl I’ve ever known. Marco was really pretty. She had short brown hair, deep brown eyes and a wonderful smile. She had small breast. But her breasts were a tad bigger than mine. Marco’s sister, Angela was truly beautiful. She was two years older than us. She was about twenty years old. She was a freshman in the local college. She was tall, slim and had large breast.

"Almost like a gentleman." "Almost." He echoed, leaning down to kiss my cheek, just barely brushing skin. Before I could say another word, tiny footsteps padded in behind him. "Do I look like a pop star now?" Angelina asked as she twirled in her pink satin dress, tiny flats on her feet, and a glittery clip in her hair. A small matching purse bounced on her side. I turned to her with a hand over my heart. "You look like the headliner at a sold-out concert."

She sat with me and Marco in my car, racing in between two other cars. “What was Angel like when she was young?” I mumbled in a low voice, looking out the window. “Why? Do you want to kill her too?” She snapped at me. At this point I'm guessing all the women in the Fernando family are gutsy. No guns scare them. “No,” I clicked my tongue. “I won't kill her. She's my wife!” “Huh?!” Her head mowed forward and her eyes widened. She remained with her mouth wide open for a few seconds before blinking and continuing.

She was surrounded by the women. “I’m ready for the party,” I heard Katyia say from the doorway. She alwasy loved to make a grand entrance and be the center of atteniton. Pamela walked in, followed by Sasha. Katiya looked pale in comparison to my Angel. She was wearing a red dress; the other one was wearing white or something. When the women moved away and they saw Alessandra, I saw their faces go pale. “Okay, that’s enough; she’s mine. “Hands off,” I said, taking her away from them.

She yanks open a door to what looks like a stall and I stop dead in my tracks. Logan glances over at me then back at the battered angel slumped on the dusty stone floor. “I see she finally managed to get you out of bed,” he says. Diana snorts. “Yeah she heard his name and jumped right up,” she mutters, motioning to the chained angel. Logan steps back and gestures for me to move forward. “He’s all yours.” I clench my jaw, slowly stepping closer. The angel finally looks up. “Luciana. Why am I not surprised?” He murmurs.

The tension between him and Riya was palpable and the tension in the room was so thick it could be cut by a butter knife. When they were out of sight, she stole to where the babies are knelt beside them, cooing like a dove. “You guys take care of yourself, I’m sticking with these angels, and yes, they are sleeping in my bed tonight.” Georgia raised up an eyebrow, “Trust me, you don’t want do that. Especially when there is a life sized Annabelle doll in the mix.” Riya looked at her in confusion, “what do you mean?” “The female,” Anna responded, forking the last bite of pancakes down her throat, “she packs a punch.”