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You looked peaceful. PS: Try the lavender honey-glazed sea bass at Solstice — chef’s special today. She read the message twice, her lip curling in a way that made her look beautiful and cruel all at once. She tossed the phone onto the bed, not caring where it landed. So he thought he could slip out before she woke? Coward. But at least he remembered her taste. That dish — the sea bass with lavender and honey — it was the only thing she’d ever craved more than diamonds.

From the tears that filed her face, I guessed her to be the recent victim of the Madam Theresa's judgement. "Well, she is the head chef of the mansion," Ma Levine said with a small chuckle. "If the food tastes bad, it's going to be on her. And she is one who loves perfection." "Yeah," I muttered as I looked in the direction of the still shouting head chef. "But she still sounds harsh."

Irene was pouring water into glasses. Drew sat down, observing Erica. Erica's fingers were elegant, with well-manicured nails, and her skin was flawless and radiant even without heavy makeup. Her slender yet slightly curvy figure, almost 170 cm tall, made her look like a model straight out of a TV commercial. Erica also had a pleasant scent, her expensive perfume filling the room with its fragrance.

“I’ve already said it, nothing is going on between us. “I don’t want to be here if it means the two of you are going to get divorced. “If you hadn’t sent my mother after me, causing her to make a scene at my place every day, Joseph wouldn’t have felt sorry that I couldn’t rest properly and brought me here.” It was true—I had encouraged Marcy. After all, a mother beating a daughter who became a mistress fit social morals rather well. I tucked a strand of hair behind my ear and smiled. “Monica, being a mistress isn’t as simple as you think. “From the very first day you climbed into his bed, you should’ve known this was the consequence. “And all this? This is only the beginning.” Monica flushed

“don’t worry about it Sarah and I want you to stay, it’s not easy to find a nanny who takes care of the family like you do, besides I need you to take baby John to the hospital tomorrow, “ she said with sarcasm but at the same time like she really meant it. “You don’t have to accommodate me, I will leave” “No, don’t. We don’t want to raise suspicions to the public, we know just how much they love juicy stories, and besides its good for the wife to know her husband’s mistress, you know to be sure they are safe from any wild sickness, we are healthy Sarah aren’t we?” “Yes, ma’am” “And faithful to our husband?” “Yes, ma’am” “Good, I have something to ask of you and this is not a request,” Prisc

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"Do you miss me that much? After we finish paying off the debt, we'll have all the time in the world." Someone called for him in the background, and he quickly hung up. I stared blankly at the hundred dollars he had just sent. Next to me, the young woman let out a helpless sigh. "My sugar daddy just transferred another hundred thousand dollars and told me to buy something to spice things up. But honestly, nothing here costs that much. I'll get you a few outfits with the rest." Before I could even respond, Susan Winslow had taken my hand, settled the bill at the supermarket, and ushered me into a high-end boutique.

I paced the length of my new office, bigger than the one I used to have, past the abstract art that cost more than most people’s houses, heels clicking in sharp, satisfied rhythm. I pictured it all in vivid color. Sebastian storming through the bistro doors, face thunder-dark, eyes locked on the table like a predator scenting blood. Mara’s wide-eyed shock when the pieces clicked, when she realized the lunch she’d thought was harmless was a trap snapping shut. Victor smirking, leaning back, egging him on just enough to make the scene explode without him having to lift a finger. Phones out. Cameras flashing. Tomorrow’s headlines practically writing themselves: Kane Heir’s Mistress Caught Dinin

My marvelous: sir, what's the time over there? Wow, she's good at switching topics. I almost rolled my eyes. But I answered her anyway, Me: 12:13 p.m. My Marvelous : Wooooo, it's 9:13 a.m here. Me: That means that you've not eaten your breakfast yet right? My Marvelous: Yes, am about to go down, I'll be cooking today ☺️. Me: Wow! Our professional chef! My marvelous: Stop fueling it. Me: Can't wait to taste your cooking again. My taste buds are already swelling.

It seems that the two people who were chatting in a very intimate position didn't seem to notice her presence when she came out of the toilet. So Hee opened her ears wide to listen to the conversation of two people who she thought that is very suspicious. "Why? Do you think she's my woman too, be my bedmate, just like you?" Her eyes widened as she overheard their conversation. So, Naomi Lee, the proud athlete of her club and country is a mistress? This is completely unexpected. Naomi Lee is not as innocent as she seems. She grinned, then peeked a little out of curiosity about them. Luckily she always carried her cellphone everywhere, she immediately stole a photo when the man he knew as one