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Dark curls, black clothes, wary expression. “Sorry,” she said quickly. “Didn’t mean to scare you.” “Who are you?” “Maris. I work with Silvio’s communications team. The old Mafia king.” “Great. Another person who probably knows my DNA chart better than I do.” She winced. “Yeah. Tonight sucks. Not arguing that.” I stared at her. “Why are you here?” “Because you ran off alone after finding out your life is a lie, and that usually leads to bad decisions.”

The enigmatic connection between Aleah and Hunter only added to his confusion, leaving him more uncertain than ever. When Missy was finally discharged from the hospital, the group decided to unwind at a picturesque beach resort managed by Marisol. Wanting to provide a much-needed reprieve for everyone, especially Missy, Marisol graciously treated Aleah, Hunter, Rafael, Claire, and the children to a seaside escape. The serene waves, golden sand, and warm sun seemed like the perfect way to help them relax and heal. This trip was particularly for Missy—a chance to momentarily forget the hardships she had endured, including the loss of her mother.

Adelina's pov: It's been two months since the initiation ceremony and I'm still trying to adjust to my new life. The good thing is that working at the hospital gave me the opportunity to meet new people and make more friends like Marisa, the Hospital's Executive Secretary. Marisa is 22 years old and we have a lot in common. Apart from being the same age, she's all alone here like me, having lost her parents in a rogue attack five years ago. Since then she has been under the protection of Maximus as she told me. Yes, I know, I would never have imagined that Maximus could care about anyone but himself, but apparently, against the odds, he does. The best thing is that we both have the same hobb

"I kinda... You see... your friend, Marla... She's Uhm..." I cocked a brow at the mention of her name. Marla? Then I remembered the day of the event when we eavesdropped on their conversation. Could it be that... No, I'll let him complete his statement first. "Go on, Mikey. Tell me, what about her?" "She's my ex," he said. My eyes widened. I expected it but I was still a bit surprised. I recalled the conversation with Marla where she said she hurt the only person that loved her. It was Mikey?

growls John, "The Marquee of the Modern world. One of the most powerful vampires to exist." "He was the shield between the humans and the Supernatural," Chris says quietly. My head begins throbbing deeply. Vision narrowing slightly. No-one speaks. "Andrea," a hand touches my face, turning me, "your white." Will says. I hear him, far away. The contours of the earth seem to buzz, vibrating the house. Voices become more and more distance. And then I feel it, a crack ricocheting through me. My eyes snap away from Will. "How did he die?" My voice is foreign to me. Flat. Void.

The woman that has sent me to Paris. And left me there to suffer alone. Granny Lorette watched me carefully, her sharp gaze unreadable. "Ladies and gentlemen," Mr. Harris continued, his voice smooth as he addressed the audience. "It is a privilege to stand before you tonight to honor an individual whose resilience and talent have captivated the world." My stomach tightened. He wasn’t talking about just anyone. He was talking about me. "Three years ago, circumstances took her away from us. But as fate would have it, true brilliance cannot be hidden forever. And so, we welcome back the incomparable Marietta Whitmore."

They turned to see tall, beautiful dark haired woman standing a few feet away with a smirk on her face. Leah had to admit. She felt a momentary bit of jealousy upon first seeing the woman. The woman looked graceful and elegant. Leah felt almost homely compared to this woman, and the smirk on the woman’s face didn’t make things any better. Leah almost felt like smacking the smirk right off her face. Was this bitch one of Ray’s ex-lovers? She wouldn’t be surprised. After all, Ray was a very handsome and sexy man. He had no doubt had many past lovers to satisfy his needs. He was a wolf after all. Wolves have been rumored to have a very high sex drive.

Gaby inquired with precise ignorance. "She will replace you after you've finished the mission. She will be the best prototype of you. Let me introduce you two. Her name is Olivia Brianah, and Olivia, this is Gaby Sanroman. My wife." "Nice meeting you, miss. I've heard so much about you," greeted Olivia with the exact tone and voice as Gaby's. "Omg. She sounds like me. Do I sound like that?" Gaby thrilled. "It's a pleasure meeting you, Olivia. A real pleasure."

How clueless and shielded she has been to the lifestyle of her family. "Just a little but the medication I just gave you should take most of the pain away" He reassured her. María looked at me with her beautiful green eyes where mesmerizing it baffled me and had me yet again wondering how someone like her could have been born into and raised in the mafia world. "I have to take care of something. Will you be fine with the doctor" I asked María. She nodded her head yes. I took a step to leave. "Wait" She halted my move. "Thankyou, Thankyou for saving me. You're a good man Carlos" She said with a weak smile.

His eyes stayed on the woman crossing the lobby toward us, and something unreadable passed over his face. Not surprise. Recognition. That unsettled me more. “You know her,” I said. “I know of her.” “That is a very Luca answer.” “It is an accurate one.” Brian stepped closer to us, lowering his voice. “Marisol Vega. Thirty-two. Mother’s surname. Educated in Switzerland and London. Attorney for six years before moving into private asset management. No criminal record. No public connection to Don until recently.” “Convenient,” Luca said. Brian’s mouth tightened. “Very.”