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Stark said. "Don't mention it." I replied. "I will be here again with the papers by tomorrow." Stark said. "I will be waiting." I replied. "Okay, goodbye for now." Stark said and left. Marvin appeared before me in a puff of smoke. At least that's what I think it is. "Well done Luna. You did great." Marvin said. "If only you weren't speaking in my head. Just maybe I wouldn't look so stupid in front of Stark." I replied.

But I had to get the fuck out of that place. "Oh, ok, no problem," Stan said as he simultaneously stared at and backed away from the tip of the weapon. "I’ll just… go help out Mr. Marino. I never saw you, okay? Does that work for you?" "Works for me," I told him, and I gave him what I can only assume by his reaction, was a slightly maniacal grin. "Get lost. I never saw you."

Stacy Robbins was Stanley's older sister. It appeared as if she was a villain when she befriended Maureen, but it turned out she wasn't. She was kind. Stacy wanted the best for her family, especially for her brother. She did not like seeing Stanley so wrecked when Maureen left and ruined his life. Fortunately, Heather was there. She became Stanley's strength and reason to continue living. Although Stanley chose to continue, his life wasn't as happy as before. He was an ideal father to his daughter but not a perfect person to other people. Stanley was considered rude, stubborn, and very short-tempered by others. He looked worn out when he met Maureen in States.

“Caleb is a monster, and I’ll make him pay for everything he took from me and more.” “Good. My lawyers will draft up a divorce agreement. You’ll get a proper settlement.” “No.” “No?” “I don’t want anything from Caleb. I just want to be done with him.” “I understand.” “I I also need someone who can fake my death.” Before he could ask any questions, I stopped him. “Veronica Stanton was an unfortunate ballerina and a miserable housewife. I don’t want to associate with that anymore.” “I’ll get right on it.” With that, he left the room.

“I’m trying to keep him fucking comfortable. I’m not an idiot.” Stan grimaced but didn’t say anything. When he’d showed up to the raid earlier, he’d mentioned Lyle letting him in on what happened in this very room only a few hours ago and said he trusted my judgment, but he hated to work with a Marino, even to get one over on them. I got the sense he had some history with the family, but I hadn’t been able to ask about it yet. Still, I knew Stan would back me up. He’d proven himself a capable liar.

“As much as possible, we aim to build a good relationship here between Exclusive and Stark Apparel, so we are going to make this a fun day for everyone. Are you ready, Mr. Stark?” The only fun I will have today is when this is finally over. “Sure, Carla, Whenever you are ready.” “Okay. So…” She shifted her leg to the other side. “Everyone already knows that the Stark family is one of the elites of Manhattan, but we never really saw the real face of Gabriel Stark, and this is a great opportunity to see a side of you that we have not yet seen. You play tennis, too, Mr. Stark. Is this another of your dreams that have yet to come true? Becoming a tennis star?”

Theron and the other Stygian play chess and cards. Stan is the well-known god of the Crown. They say that he is merciless and he'll take all his enemies straight to their graves, they said that he is evil, but the truth is Stan is a soft-hearted guy, he even burst into tears while reading a sad story, like yesterday. Since the day they save me, they promise to take care of me. The truth is I respect Stan so much and I have been in love with a grumpy person Dylan, and I was the one who wants to protect him.

Burney threw ours on top, gave my waist a squeeze then let me go. I looked up at him, surprised to see his face void of the stupid grin he'd been wearing half a minute earlier. I dropped my gaze to the waiting group and understood. Stan was staring at us, radiating authority as he stood legs spread, arms folded in jeans and a dark blue shirt. "Get your rears over here!" Our eyes darted to each other as we stepped forward. Stan was a scary bugger, made more so by the fact that I was still convinced he would rather me dead than in his nest.

Steven called back. “I need your help,” he ran after me. “Stacy has been arrested,” he said. I resisted the urge to jump up in excitement, hearing the news, but nothing prepared me for his next statement. “She's Master X,” he dropped the bomb.

Marvel was a product of single parenting, her parents had divorce when they were little and she had stayed with her mother because then, she was just three years old while Mirabel went with their father. Actually, I only met Mirabel twice. Once during our matriculation when I had only met marvel a few days before the matriculation day and the second time when the sister had to go back and had come to see marvel for a last hug before she left and since then she had just come back. "It's been like five years now, she must be so excited.” Diane chipped in. "Let me get you some bottled water from the cafeteria.” Diane wanted to stand up to go get me some water but I stopped her before she did.