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"Ladies and gentlemen, after so many years, I've finally found my long-lost daughter, Amelia Foster. From now on, she and Adam will each inherit half of the Foster estate!" Up on the stage, Amelia's face flushed with excitement. She shot me a smug, triumphant look from across the room. Just as I was sitting down in the garden, Amelia and Olivia strolled over. Amelia was all smiles, like she didn't have a care in the world. "So what if Charlotte likes you? You're never going to get a single cent of her fortune. Once I inherit everything from the Fosters, I'll finally live the life I deserve. You can sit there and envy me all you want," Amelia said smugly.

The goal of dying in peace rather than being cursed to follow evil biddings for the rest of their existence. They were the last of the Primes, an ancient blood of werewolves made to be a puppet of warring tribes. And Augustus vowed to protect his brothers no matter what. He had no time to waste now. He needed to think fast on how to break their curse and be human to find peace they had been seeking for what seemed an eternity now. Yet he knew it wouldn’t be easy. Nothing in their life was. Distraction would do him no good. Entering his room on the third floor, he pulled off his hoodie over his head, realizing something was in the front pocket. Reaching for it, he stared at an I.D., reading t

Minus “Is this coffee or motor oil, Phil?” “I’m sorry, Clutch, I would have made a fresh pot if I knew you and Minus were… stopping by. Here let me make…” Phil Blondino tried to stand, but the barrel of Clutch’s gun pointed at his head convinced him to remain seated. Phil’s grease-stained office chair seemed to groan in agony from underneath his bulky frame. “You’re good right there, Phil. I’m just going to sit here and sip my delicious cup of Pennzoil while my good friend, Minus, looks for Cutter’s money.”

Isabella's POV The room erupted into low murmurs. Heads turned everywhere, eyes wide with shock. Massimo’s hand tightened on my thigh under the table, fingers digging in just enough to remind me exactly who I belonged to. I glanced at Massimo. His face looked calm on the surface, but I could see the storm brewing behind his eyes. He didn’t like being challenged. Not here. Not in front of all these powerful people. “Fifteen million,” Massimo said calmly, his voice cutting through the whispers like a knife.

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Lee tease me and laugh. I smile to her. "You know if you are someone else, I will beat a shit out of you but you are my best friend and yes she is beautiful but HER BEAUTY IS ONLY FOR MINE"

Then it dies. She nods. We don’t wait. The limo slides through Manhattan like it owns the streets—black, sleek, and impervious. It doesn’t stop for red lights or regret. Inside, Julian pours scotch from the minibar, his grin all appetite and wreckage. The blonde presses herself against me. Perfume too sweet. Touch too practiced. Her fingers crawl up my thigh like she’s trying to buy time with her hands. I let her. But she doesn’t register.

Rohan Marquez. Her eyes snapped open, and she sat up so fast her head spun. “What do you want?” “We need to leave for Velmora in thirty minutes. I’m outside your building.” Camilia blinked, wondering if she was still dreaming. “You’re what now?” “Outside your building. Black Benz, license plate ending in 956. I tried calling earlier, but your phone went straight to voicemail.” She stumbled to her bedroom window, pushing aside the curtains to peer down at the street below. Sure enough, there he was. Leaning against a sleek black car like he owned the entire block, wearing what looked like another perfectly tailored suit despite the ungodly hour.

Weaving my fingers through his, I followed him as he led me over to the long tables where we would be sitting. Adam pulled out my chair and I sat down. "How did that go? What did he want?" I spoke in hushed tones as he sat down next to me. "I'Il tell you later," he said winking. I nodded and looked across the table to see Alpha Superior Chen sit down. Beside him sat a young man-or at least he looked young--that was probably Adam's age. He had high cheekbones and jet-black hair that was combed back. "Who is that?" I asked Adam.

I ran my hands through his hair screaming his name. "Yes.. yes.." I groaned as he grabbed my ass. He turned my body around and started to thrust my body from the back. He squeezed both of my breast hard and he released himself inside of me. He turned my body around and kissed my lips hard. "M.I.N.E" He smirked.