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Caleb and Matthias stood outside, waiting. Meanwhile, Danielle held Matthias' hand, excited to see her mother in the beautiful dress. "Hey, I forgot to ask earlier. What's your name, and what do you do for a living?" Caleb approached Matthias, acting casual. "I'm Matthias Lowell. I'm currently just spending time with my family," Matthias replied calmly. Caleb's face revealed a hint of disdain as he processed Matthias' response, his gaze growing even more condescending as he thought Matthias was jobless.

Mattew walked over and crouched in front of me. He reached out a hand, as if to help me up. "I'm the only one who can help you now. All you have to do is beg me." "You know, I already dissolved my mating bond with Claire. If you just apologize, and beg for my forgiveness, I can take you back." The emotion on his face looked almost real. It made my stomach churn. I recoiled from his touch, refusing to look at him. "In your dreams." Mattew's brow tightened. He was about to say something else when the grand doors to the hall were thrown open. A tall, powerful figure stood silhouetted against the light.

A face I do not know, but eyes that I recognize the expression in immediately — the specific sharp alertness of someone who was exactly where he meant to be. He looks at me. At my slightly undone hair. At the door I just came from, the door was still swinging gently shut behind me, at the room number. He smiles. “Khloe David-Thomas,” he says. Not a question. “I was wondering when I’d run into you.” I do not know this man. But he very clearly knows me. “I’m sorry,” I say carefully. “Do I know you?” “Not yet.” He straightens his jacket. “Matthew Cross. I’m an old friend of your husband’s.” A beat. “We have a lot to talk about.”

After getting herself back in order, she headed back inside the Twilight Club. She had just taken a few steps in when she ran into Thomas. “Miss Murphy, Young Master Matthew is asking you to come over.” Veronica swept a gaze over him in displeasure. “Go back and tell Matthew that I have nothing to do with him. Why should I meet him just because he said so? Does he really think of himself as the god of Bloomstead?” He was just a heartless bastard. Even animals wouldn’t hurt their young, but Matthew actually wanted a fetus that hadn’t even fully formed yet aborted!

"I don't have time for a negotiation, Matthew." Caleb's voice. It was thin. Papery. Like he was talking through a throat full of glass. I stepped onto the gravel roof, ducking behind the massive HVAC vents. The wind whipped my hair across my face. It tasted like rain and salt. I pulled my phone out. Hit record. Caleb was leaning against the edge of the roof. He looked like a ghost in a hospital gown. His shoulder was soaked red. His face was gray. Standing ten feet away from him, draped in a charcoal overcoat that probably cost more than my father’s first house, was Matthew Collins.

That was why she couldn't identify her. Matthew had escaped normal life since his picture was flying across the media as the most successful tech mogul six months ago. He couldn't go out without bodyguards. “Would you have accepted my offer if I were Matthew?” “I have neither rejected nor accepted your offer, but trust me, it would have been good if you were Mathew, because I want my ex and my best mistake ever to pay for their crime.” “Alright then, but I'm Mathew.” “No one disputes that. Anyone can be Matthew. But Delacruz?” She scoffed. “That name isn’t for just anyone. Better to appreciate your godly looks than call yourself that demon.”

Better yet deadly. “Try me,dipshit. My woman ask you to leave.” “And who do you think you are? I am Matthew Sterling. My family owns New York, pal. By the time I am done here, you’ll be begging for scraps by the streets.” Clarke responded with a dark laughter. “Asshole, you want to talk about power? My name is Clarke Vann Walton. I owned this fucking country and Sterling is nothing against us. I think I do recall who you are? Didnt your dad begged my brother for some campaign money this year? I wonder... if he knows you are harassing Daniel’s future sister in law, I'm dying to know who between us will be staying in the street after this?”

"Just say it." " I am Matthew Alaric Kingsley, married to Claire Madison Kehlani because I love her. I want to take care of her for the rest of my life. I am not forcing her to have my child. If we are given a child then it is a gift, if not, then it is fate. I am happy to wait and be with her until she heals from her trauma and until she can love me too."

"I'll get it." Killian didn't say a word. His fingers twitched once on his thigh. I followed Sera out into the hallway, down the stairs. She pulled open the front door, and the sight made her gasp. Matteo Cross, the firstborn son of the Cross family. Formerly a storm in human form. Arrogant, lethal even. And now he was just a traitor in Killian's eyes. He looked like death. Blood caked the side of his jaw. One eye was swelling shut. His designer coat was torn, one sleeve half-drenched in red. And he was barely standing, leaning hard against Adam's side as though his legs might give out any second.