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"We're family, no need to be formal! Even though I'm your distant aunt, we're both Chapmans. It's natural for me to help you! By the way, what did you bring me as a gift?" Gia stood there empty-handed, taken aback. Mollie's expression shifted. Her smile vanished as she pushed her glasses and looked at Gia with a cold tone. "No gift?" "Well..." Gia disregarded the gift and asked anxiously, "Aunt Mollie, is this... the Thompson Group?" "Yes, what's the matter?" "You didn't tell me earlier that it's an internship at the Thompson Group!?" Mollie looked at Gia as if she were a monster. So what if she didn't mention it? Wasn't Gia just looking for a job? What difference did it make where she ended

Tom sounds hurt and I get it but still, I can’t shake this feeling. “No, I don’t Tom but what if it’s more than you even know. She’s your best friend and you trust her but what if she’s hiding more than even you know? Have you thought about that?” “Christ-“ “He knows everything about my Christian. Everything, and I assure you that I am no harm to your children or family.” Molly's soft voice pulls everyone’s attention toward the stairs where she’s standing. She’s dressed in jean shorts and an off-the-shoulder tee shirt. Her hair is up in a messy bun and she has bright pink sandals on her feet. I’m angry as hell with her and yet still instantly attracted to her. Fuck my life.

Everything you took from me, I will get them back so don't get too excited because I will strike back"Theresa Mo thundered. Molly Mo almost puked out blood for anger. How dare this girl talk to her like this? She would deal with her that she will never forget in a hurry. " Don't blame me, if I come back hard and strike on you"Molly Mo threatened and stood up, walking out of the office furiously. Theresa Mo watched her leave and wondered what kind of woman Molly Mo was. Is she so shameless or does she think she is still so naive like she was in the past when she tricked her? Even if she is still so naive, can someone believe the same jokes twice? Will she sheepishly fall prey to her traps aga

, she thought as she rushed to pull on her shirt and pants and stuff the wild dirty blonde hair on her head into a messy bun and rush out the door. MollyJay was a woman lost in the world around her, at almost 30 years of age she lived on her own, no family to speak of and very few friends, if she could even call them that as they were all the people she worked with. She was an ordinary enough girl, about 5ft 3 with dull blue green eyes, pretty generic neutral skin and dirty blonde hair. She was the poster child of forgotten. And for the most part that was ok by her.

Molly says as she jumps off the bumper and runs inside before any of us can stop her. “Janice, it is Heather, wanted to give you a heads up that Molly is upset. I think it is because she just saw Levi making out with a girl.” I linked to her. “Thanks Heather.” She replied. “Any idea who that is?” I asked April and Meg. “I think that’s Melissa Thatcher. She is a cousin of the Thatcher boys, Dean, Nolan, Dylan and Axel. They are the ones we picked up for the last party. She is actually part of the Sliver River Pack.” April answers.

Did she even know why she was here? I moved closer to them and stood before Grey and his wife. My mother and father were also in the living room. “Hi, Lila.” Alpha Grey greeted, sniffing the air, obviously inhaling my scent. I could smell his intoxicating scent too, except it didn’t bring me comfort the way Oscar’s did. Ignoring Grey, I turned my attention to his wife, Morgan. She was stunning, with wine-colored hair, warm brown eyes, and delicate yet striking features. Her body, toned and graceful, was surprisingly fit for a mother of two.

“Ashley, this is Molly, the top engineer in our territory. She’ll be your main tech partner for the transit hub project. And this is Tyler, one of the Grizzly warriors. He’ll be handling your security for the next while.” I looked over, and yeah, they completely shattered whatever stereotype I had about the Grizzly people. Molly was like a walking energy drink. Her fiery red hair looked like it had been shoved under a gray knit beanie five minutes ago, and a few strands were rebelliously sticking out. Freckles dotted her nose, and those bright turquoise eyes flashed with confidence and a kind of sharp, capable vibe. She wore work overalls smudged with a bit of lubricant, and she had a roll o

Unless. "Alpha Grayson."

Christian, Molly, Jake, Luke, and me. Molly is my soul sister and Christian’s cousin. We met when we were ten and have been inseparable ever since. She had just moved from Prance, and something about her radiant spirit matched mine. Molly is elegance incarnate, like a goddess sculpted from stardust and satin. She owns one of Orlander’s most beloved fashion brands, studies Fashion Design, and belongs to a family empire of boutiques, malls, and designer labels. But beneath all that glamour, she’s just Molly—my confidante, my mirror, my ride or die.

It's sad to think that we didn't even talk before she passed away and it's disappointing to think that I am also the cause of the trouble in her family. Molly is a child who does not know how to lie. His aunt raised him to be an honest, honest and kind child. Although an orphan, he grew up faithfully being cared for by his aunt. One day, Molly accidentally broke her aunt's most precious plate. That was broken and no matter what repairs Molly did she could never get back to normal. Fearing resentment Molly threw the plate away and did not tell her aunt.