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he retorted "It does doesn't it... that's the same way I felt when I saw my precious Becca about getting killed!!" he yelled angrily "W...what do you mean?" Penny asked fearfully trying to break free from his grip "Let me brief you bîtch... you're mother Chelsea fûcking killed the love of my life! ... Chelsea killed Becca right in front of me..!!"he yelled breathing hard .... Max became speechless...so Oliver is doing all this cause of revenge he thought

"Max, whatever it is you need to tell me, it has to be here and now." Max held his breath, sensing the weight of his confession and uncertain of how Chloe would react. He tightened his grasp on her hand, drawing strength from their connection. "The meeting with Mr. Singh didn't go well." *** Ollie strolled through the event grounds, marveling at the exquisite designs adorning the bodies of New York's elite. She held grand aspirations that extended beyond her current role as a lingerie designer. Ollie dreamt of dressing celebrities across America, making her mark in the world of fashion.

“Except, you could actually take me.” “Perhaps,” Aunt Aurelias shrugged, wiping her palms against her pants and looking up at me. “Probably not. You’ve grown so much Oliver.” Pride filled her eyes and my chest clenched a bit. “Doubtful I can afford to not get stronger.” Her eyes softened and she grasped my hand, her hold soft yet firm. “You are strong Oliver,” her gaze met mine. “A flame large enough to hold its own, to burn and consume. And I hope you see the good I see in you. The greatness you are yet to achieve”

She said, dropping then on the table. Bruce nodded and walked to the table and Olive followed curiously. He opened the first document and the Heading read; Olive MaxGold owner of MaxGold's Corp. Hmm, Olive MaxGold? Isn't MaxGold your name? Olive asked, with a confused look. From today, you're Olive MaxGold. Sole Owner of MaxGold Corporation. And you're currently competing with Dexter's Associates. Bruce said, leaving Olive shocked to the bone. What the!!! T. B. C

“I’m from Silver Fangs pack,” “A human in a wolf pack?” “Yes, wolves and humans co-exist there,” “What’s your age?” I looked at him wondering why is he asking such a question. “I’m… eighteen,” “Eighteen?” he raised one of his eyebrows. He must’ve sensed that I lied. “In four months,” I said. His lips curled in a smile. I can see that Alex finds me interesting. The skies started rumbling and, in a few minutes, it started to rain heavily. I look at Alex and he’s having a strange look on his face.

Who the hell am I? Talia (online) — A married woman, no children. I play for just over a month every day, usually in the morning. But lately... I’m playing at night. RLC has become my big distraction to my loneliness... Now enough about me, who is Mr. X? Mr. X is typing... Mr. X is typing... Mr. X is typing... Mr. X seems to be typing infinitely, or it was just my anxiety to know more about him...

"I'm running a program here at The Business Academy and also here for the establishment of my charitable project in this region," "You look so incredible and more beautiful that I could hardly recognize you " he whined and I laughed it off as I saw Maxwell approaching with an inquisitive look. "Babe, meet my friend and Course Mate back then in the USA, Oliver" I announced excitedly. I turned to Oliver, pointing to Maxwell. "This is Maxwell, my boyfriend. " They exchanged pleasantries.

Oliver had also just walked in without knocking and overheard Douglas' last words, taking the opportunity to tease me. Oliver Mackenzie is my lawyer, both in matters related to the company and personal issues. He was multifunctional, I used to joke, but he had an entire team to provide the necessary support for his work, as well as great prestige for representing such an important company like Reloading Inc.

The wolf shifted back to human form, and I recognized him immediately. Oliver. Maximus’s Gamma. I had known him years ago, before everything fell apart between Maximus and me. Oliver’s jaw was clenched tight. He looked uncomfortable, almost sick, but stood firm. “I don’t want to do this,” Oliver said quietly. “But you’re giving me no choice. This has gone too far.” “What are you talking about?” Maximus demanded, his voice rising. “Get out of the way.” “No,” Oliver said firmly. “The rituals, the treason, the dark magic—it’s getting too much. I can’t stand by and watch this anymore.”

Elder Max turns a page. “Lory Powell.” She stumbles forward, eyes red, voice a tangle. “I.. They told me if I didn’t.” She looks straight at Olive. “I’m sorry.” Olive nods, wet-eyed, and I love her a little for how quickly she forgives what she can and names what she can’t. “You don’t get to touch me again,” she says, small but strong. “But I hope you get a different house.” Maxwell smiles too smoothly. It’s the smile he makes when he’s about to slide a knife between someone else’s ribs.