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Milana heard one of the reporters informing the others that the children of Tina Castillo had just arrived. Milana stopped and turned. Cynthia and Chris Castillo both came down from the SUV that brought them and the reporters surrounded them and started bombarding them with questions. They looked ahead and their eyes met with that of Milana, their father’s illegitimate child and Milana stared right back at them.

All he proved was that I made the right choice by bringing Camila here. “Why are you in such a good mood?” a woman’s voice asks sardonically. Sitting up, I see that Mila has arrived. She’s wearing her typical outfit—I’ve never seen her in anything else—a pair of black jeans and a black tank-top, her cropped jacket shining the way well-worn leather does. Her short, raven-black hair bounces as she approaches. With her snowy skin, she might as well be a walking monochromatic photo. “I just learned I have the trump card to ending Yannick right here under my roof.”

Matheus said, resentful. “Oh, yes! A 14-year-old boy... how horrible!” she retorted with disgust, just thinking about it. Kenia still had a strong accent due to her Russian nationality. Of medium height, a little shorter than Molly, her eyes were blue. At 34, she was an experienced and cunning woman who had worked for years with the enemy mafia after being betrayed by her own father.

“I’m sorry, I don’t get where the conversation is going.” Lucius shakes his head and remembered, “Mill, didn’t you say that the woman you’ve been texting with was from Canada?” Milo ’s smiles widens absentmindedly, “I might be seeing her.” "Caught you.” Lucius snaps his fingers. “So this girl really is Canadian!" Milo faced palm as the others were laughing at him and teasing him again. "Now c'mon Mill. Tell us who she is. We wanna know too." Jasper said.

Mira agreed, her head tilted she watched the scene before us. We continue to watch them Quinn was giggling at something Elijah said, she looked so cozy and comfortable, that was her dream, and it was playing out. "Can I have my husband back now!?" I call out, catching the attention of the pair. Mira and I snickered as she took a seat next to me. We turn our attention from the couple and striked up a conversation about her trip. She was in New Jersey, at a meeting for Clair Industries, Mira also made millions before turning seventeen, and with my help as always, she was on her way to billions now, along with Josh.

She shrugged it off easily and instead focused on her two 'slutty' friends instead. Ariana would never slut-shame anyone, but she really felt a little uncomfortable about their extreme sensual activities. The redhead, Maisie was an Italian from Sicily, and she's apparently engaged to some Italian mafia. Sabryna, the raven-haired one was a Canadian from Vancouver. Her family had relocated to Toronto last year and decided it was best for her to live her aunt here in K-State.

Quick info:- Adam Brown had two daughters from his first marriage: Rosalia (married to Daniel's older brother, Kevin Knight) and Emilia Brown. Later, he married Miliani's mother, a visually impaired woman with a son from her first marriage named Luca (he is now deceased), in Italy (solely for legal advantages because he was starting to work with the Romanos behind the Knight's back). Miliani's mother was unaware of Adam's previous marriage or family. She fell into his trap and married him; that's how Miliani was born. Later she died when Mili was around seventeen years old.

The doctor lubricated her finger and looked at her first. "Is there anything you would like me to know, Miss Carter?" The doctor asked her before checking her. Mila was scared. "I have not been touched, but I have touched myself. I do not know if it counts," She replied. The doctor laughed at her naivety. The doctor wrote it down and let her dress up, then went to call Vincent in. Mila backed him, scared of what he was going to do to her. "She is a virgin sir, she has confirmed it by herself," She told him.

It would help, too, that Marcus and Mila had obviously done this before, and knew how and where to position themselves and the other couple for the best possible shots. George opened the door, and welcomed the other couple into the room. Both were tall, lean, and dark-skinned. Marcus was handsome with short, black, curly hair. He wore a pair of casual khaki slacks and a Hawaiian shirt over his trim swimmer's body. Mila had a gorgeous exotic face with large, wide-set eyes, high cheekbones, and a wide mouth with full-but-not-fat lips. She wore a tropical-print sarong wrapped tightly around the curves of her body, and a fresh-flower lei around her slender neck.

There were men and women both old and young, each of them here for the same reason. Sex addiction. Or so we were told. I watched with interest as Mila stood up. She was a Russian girl who had just immigrated to the US and came to the meetings to appease her partner who had no way of keeping up with her and told her she had a problem. She was round, not thin like most girls; she is what you would call a lady. She had deep sexy eyes that I knew contains a keg of dynamite that would go off the moment a fuse make contact.