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MAYA If anyone would tell me that the CEO of Grey Textile and Clothing would ask me to be his model, I would call the person a big liar. But surprisingly he asked me to be his model. He even told me to drop the formalities and call him by his first name, Silver. It was like I was dreaming. But what bothered me was that Liam didn’t look too happy about the whole thing. It made me feel bad because if not for Liam, I wouldn't have met Silver and indulged in conversations with him enough for me to be his model.

Mr Rajesh Mishra: Founder of MEDIA SCORE, Great businessman, Grandpa of Anan, also known as Elder Mishra. Bala- The assistant of Rajesh Mishra. Anan- The MAIN LEAD, The heir to MEDIA SCORE. Rishi- Assistant of Anan. James- MEDIA SCORE's vice president in us.

Silver Crest Real Estate — Top Floor Laughter echoed through the spacious office. Loud. Unrestrained. At the center of it sat a man in his fifties—his face sharp, eyes narrow and calculating. His smile never quite reached his eyes, giving him an unsettling presence. The kind of man who looked like he had built his empire on the misfortune of others. Renan Silvestre. Chairman of Silver Crest Real Estate. He leaned back in his chair, cigar in hand, clearly pleased.

Rayan’s voice trailed off. "So do you have a picture of this sweet Mr. Touchy Feely Doctor Man?" "No..." "What's his name, I'mma find him on Facebook." "Scott Kranston. He works for New Line Fertility on the Eastern side of the city." Michael started typing it up on his phone as he was led back to wash the first wave of chemicals out. "Oooooh damn!" echoed from the back of the store. "Rayaaaaan you coulda said he was a total hottie!"

They all respected me, like they'd eat shit for me too, just because I was apparently Vito's other half. I walked off on my own to get a glass of champagne as Vito talked to Carlo and another man I had already been introduced to. What was his name again? Alessandro? Alexander? "You are more beautiful than we had been told, Gia," an unfamiliar voice said from behind me. I turned around to see a short dark haired man, probably somewhere in his late thirties. I forced a smile, as I had been doing all along. "Thank you Mr...?" He pressed his lips onto the back of my palm in a way that made my skin crawl.

A man dressed in a black suit stood up to his feet the moment we entered the living room, a satisfactory smile on his face. "Welcome Mr. Aleksei." He said. "Just get on with it," Aleksei responded, drawing me closer to himself. One of the gang members stepped forward with a ring and handed it over to the man, who looked in my direction with pity in his eyes. "We are gathered here to wed Mr. Aleksei and Miss Ava Addams, in one as husband and wife. I urge the both of you to allow love, take and lead, this union shall last till eternity." I rolled my eyes at the man, who I had just discovered was a priest.

The tall lanky man from earlier stated, "but how are we so sure you wouldn't rat us out to the press? You will after all do anything that will benefit you and your company" "That's true Mr...?" He raised an eyebrow when he realized he didn't know the man's name. "Black, James Black," the man responded "Thank you. Well, Mr. Black, releasing this to the press will not benefit my company in any way, and if you know me you know I only project my company to the press. So if it doesn't benefit my company I find it irrelevant" The workers immediately passed each other glances, still nervous and shaky about the whole thing. "If you all are.." Alan started but was rudely interrupted by Amanda.

We needed answers. "That was Mr. Dechart and his men. He's a billionaire who is involved in criminal activities. I owe him $100,000 but I don't have the money." Questions came to me at once. Why was dad involved with this man? Who was he? Why was he doing this? "How did you get involved with him?" Hunter asked and we sat down in the chairs facing dad.

His eyes were full of concern after he saw my soiled dress. “Are you okay?” “I think I sprained my ankle,” I murmured while leaning against him. Ethan immediately wrapped his arm around my waist to lift me up. Aaron frowned. “Sabrina, I thought you were just jealous, but now you’re getting handsy with another man? There's no way I'd marry you unless you give me 20 percent of your family's shares in the business." Gasps and whispers rippled through the crowd. “The Saddler family's heiress is supposed to be engaged to Mr. Johansen. Why is she clinging to someone else?”

"What aren't you telling me?” Gavin cleared his throat. "It's probably because of the article. The one Mr. Sterling published this morning.” Dread washed over her. Serena's words from days ago echoed in her head: "He's going to announce it at the press conference.” Arabella pulled up the Sterling Law Group website. And there it was. Front page. NEW YORK — Adrian Sterling, CEO of Sterling Law Group, released the following statement today: I wish to clarify that my arrangement with Serena Smith has always been a professional partnership, not a romantic engagement. This arrangement has now concluded. My son, Axel, has no relationship to Ms. Smith.