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Tiana’s voice echoed in her mind, “You’re so doomed, Camille. It won’t flop this time. Your death.” (THE HUSTON VILLA) Xavier was just returning from work, he dropped his keys on the tray and made his way to the living room. He picked up the remote, switching on the television to catch up on the news just as the major breaking story flashed across the screen— CAMILLE’S WEDDING. He grimaced, quickly changing the station. As the channels flipped, uneasiness settled within him. It felt like every narrative, host, and commentator only focused on Camille’s upcoming wedding?

Chris: Pardon me if you mind, but I am kinda in a hurry Mrs Rutherford. I said as soon as she set the glass on the table. Mrs Rutherford: I know why you are in a hurry, Mr Hunt. I am here to help you. I am a senior investigation officer of Scotland Yard. Agent Wolf had sent me here. She replied with a small smile on her face. I nodded my head. Chris: How do you know, Mr Wolf? If I may ask? I asked her and she nodded her head. Mrs Rutherford: I guess, a week before your wedding, I went to New York City to find my husband. It was agent Wolf who helped me find my husband. If it wasn't for him, he would have died long ago.

Madam Valin said to her husband. "Hm, I'll call you right away if I need you!" Then at this time, Madam Valin left her husband, Madam Valin was a very busy woman. There is no day without work for madam Valin, that's the reason why madam Valin is a very successful woman. Many people envied her, madam Valin was always lucky in her career but not in love. Meanwhile, Master Marco had seen his wife leave. When he started to get up from his bed, it turned out that Mr. Marco was just pretending. Mr. Marco is currently not sick at all, he can still run fast. At this time Mr. Marco immediately contacted Rian.

Mr Wilson said. " Let's not get carried away" Mrs Wilson said. " who is she?" one of the girls asked. " you invited another lady?" the second asked. " Nah....darling, I'm his one and only wife" Mrs Wilson said and the girls were shocked. " whaaat?.......your wife? " they chorused. " yeah....she is" Mr Wilson answered. " how can you......... " before she could finish her statement Mrs Wilson jingle the bell and they both went unconscious.

The lady kicked her hard several times, screaming as she lashed out, "Carmen Adams, was it? You're a popular rising actress, right? The wife of the young master of the Stephenson Family, right? You slutty little c*nt! How dare you seduce my husband?! How dare you!" Upon hearing those words, everybody seemed shocked. It turns out that the mistress is the popular rising actress, Carmen Adams! The wife of the young master of the Stephenson Family! She is the noble daughter of the Adams Family and the wife of the young master of the Stephenson Family! Why would she sleep with an old, married man over 50 years old when she has such a good family background and an excellent husband?! How can she s

And standing before me was my husband, Raphael Falcone, ready to clear the murderer's name. "Tell me why," A scream clawed at my throat, but I fought it down, "You know damn well who the murderer is." "Catherine, control yourself." It was Luca Vizzini, my childhood friend, who tied my hands. "Salvatore's gone, but you still have us. You're still Mrs. Falcone, still the Principessa of the Leone family." "The Leones have looked after Chiara for years. You know her father is all she has."

“You may call me Edward, Mrs Shaw. And it was my wife who headed the decoration company that made this stunning beauty happen. I agree with you, it is indeed very stunning.” Natalia nods and accepts his hand. “You may call me Natalia, Edward.” She smiles warmly at him. “And bravo to your wife for doing such a great job.” “And this is Mrs Wallbanger and Miss DuPont. This man here is Mr Razier.” Noah continues. “Everyone, this is my wife, Mrs Natalia Shaw.” Natalia smiles and looks at all of them with a smile on her face. “I am pleased to meet you all.”

The price for the protection offered by the powerful family was higher than I had initially imagined. I closed my eyes, resigned. It was a marriage devoid of love, and I hoped to unite with the older brother of Paul Mitchell, a disgusting man on the verge of sixty; I would be his second wife, as the first one died under inexplicable circumstances that no one can explain. However, to my surprise, my heart raced when Paul Mitchell's youngest son entered my living room. I could feel my legs weaken in his presence, his defined muscles, blond hair, and light brown eyes. A cross tattoo adorned his neck, and his smile was charming.

If what kind of a mistake have I ever done in order for him just to hide me as a wife, but until now the answer remains blank. I was back in my sense when his door suddenly opened. He stood and stared at me seriously while wearing nothing other than his boxer shorts. I immediately took my eyes off of him and then continued walking. Even before I could get away I heard him call his men and ordered to dispatch the woman he had slept with. I laughed softly as I walked down the stairs. Yes, it is also not new to me to hear such a command from him. He is a mafia boss after all, a ruthless one. And I, Jazzie Zamora, am his wife.

she said with worries. "I have considered it as well. Our mafia group is not any street gang, dear. We rule the underground world. No one would dare to take a powerful Mafia's wife away just like that, in case you got revealed. I will give Kennard my position so he will have more powerful authority." he relieved her. Madeline listen carefully to his every word but still, her fear for Kennard was stopping her from accepting his idea. He took a moment and again spoke gazing at her lost figure.