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He made sure the news about Annie's did not circulate, trying everything possible not to let Alex have an idea about the dismiss of his mother, but Alex still got a hold of the full information ten years later when a journalist reached out to him. He had just gotten to his office when his secretary told him one Mr Raymond wants to see him urgently, at first Alex was reluctant to see anyone who had decided to hide his identity, but on a second thought he decided to see the man in question. "What do you want?" He asked, not bothering to look at whoever was standing in front of him as his eyes were glued to the file he was reading. "Iam here to discuss something that might interest you" Mr Raym

A couple of beers wouldn’t hurt, Lilith rolled off the bed and Becca cheered. Enzo Knowing that he would have Lilith Rumero as his plaything for the next few months actually made it hard to sleep at night for the first couple of weeks. He felt like a child waiting for Christmas morning. Only this wasn’t Christmas morning. This was a day of reckoning. An opportunity to finally get back at the man who had nearly cost him everything. It was much more than a grudge, as his brother accused him of having. Aron Rumero had actively tried to sabotage his fledgling company. Enzo had looked up to him as a mentor, and Aron had tried to bring everything down. Enzo never understood why Aron done it. If Ar

The way he said it, even I had believed there for a minute that he had truly seen me naked before. That was definitely not what I expected from him at all, and after his pun-intended declaration, things had just gone a bit bumpy after that, but thankfully, the man Mr. Keith was meeting showed up and took him away, while Asher just went to the counter to get himself a coffee and walked out.

They had that serious look, the kind of expression that anyone who knew them knew indicated they were ready for a difficult conversation. Chuck was the first to speak, looking directly at Jensen with a mixture of concern and frustration on his face. "Jensen," he began, his voice firm, "what was that about? What went through your head to do something so reckless?" He shook his head, visibly disappointed. "You have a family; you have a responsibility to it. How could you put all of that at risk?"

I want to show you the game from another perspective. Talia (online) — I didn’t need any of that, really. Mr. X (online) — Talia, just relax, okay? Turn off the automatic mode of your avatar and forget everything around you. Just read my words and do what I tell you. I do what he asked, turn off the automatic and relax facing the dialogue screen. Mr. X is typing… ***

Fortunately, her endurance in running helped her. "You're late again!" Ally's thoughts snapped at Ms. Basco's annoyed voice. Her gaze automatically shifted to the door where three Greek gods had just entered. "Good morning too, Miss," Ethan smirked as he strode past Ms. Basco towards Ally's direction at the back, his two best friends, Zion and Leio, on either side of him.

“Besides, I’ve got the perfect person for this job—someone Finn knows nothing about.” Zero’s brow furrows. “Who?” I flash him a mysterious smile, revving my bike’s engine. “You’ll see.” With that, I peel out of the basement, the roar of my bike drowning out his protests.

Chris stormed out of the casino, his anger boiling over like a pot left unattended. He couldn't believe what had just happened. Ed, Tris's father, had set him up, manipulated him. As he walked out into the cool night air, Chris felt a sense of betrayal wash over him. Chris's thoughts turned to his father, John, who was still inside the casino, oblivious to the drama that had just unfolded. Chris shook his head, feeling a mix of anger and disappointment. His father was so caught up in his own addiction, he didn't even care about his own son's well-being.

Could not move. "Six months ago, I was approached by a man named Marcus Bain. He claimed to be my half-brother. Had documentation. DNA evidence. Everything." Colt's expression darkened. "At first, I believed him. Wanted to build a relationship. But then I noticed things. Inconsistencies. Lies. So I investigated." Mouse paused the video. "Should we be recording this?" "No. Let it play. I need to hear everything." The video resumed. "Marcus Bain is not my brother. He is a con artist. A killer. And he came to Redemption Creek for one reason—to steal something my biological father gave me. Something Marcus thinks rightfully belongs to him."

"There was Thorne Beckett—he was ugly inside, though he had a scar, he wasn't bad looking. Then there was Caspian Kensington, the good one, and me, Alexander Sinclair, the bad one. It's a long trip down memory lane." Roman was extremely shocked by this revelation. He knew his father and Caspian were good friends, but Thorne...? Alexander coughed slightly. "Yes, not many know about me and Thorne Beckett. And if you're thinking what I think you're thinking, yes—it's the infamous Thorne Beckett, the Mafia Don of Lasiacos and Paso. One thing led to another, and we parted ways. But that doesn't mean I wouldn't cherish my goddaughter when she came running to me for help after Thorne died."