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might be miserable, but Ashley? Ashley is about to secure the bag. This is enough to secure my future for a life time. Thank you for dying, Arianna. I’m making money without lifting a finger. 50 fucking million. Or should I thank the writer? Thank you author for creating this billionaire fantasy word. This place is strange after all. I’m definitely gaining not losing. And I’ll get more money after the divorce. “Are you listening “ he said. “I’m in my lovely husband.” I said sarcastically.

I asked, my voice barely above a whisper. The man's eyebrows furrowed in confusion. "It's July 14th," he replied, clearly perplexed by my question. A pause hung in the air as I processed this information. And then, it hit me - today was my anniversary. The same day I had caught Kelvin cheating on me, and a day before I was framed and killed. But something was different. I had gone back in time, reliving the same day once more. A second chance. "I'm reborn," I exclaimed, a surge of joy coursing through me. The man stared at me, bewildered, as if I had lost my mind. But I didn't care. I was given another chance, and I was determined to make the most of it.

She thought. "Still, after doing everything, he lost his sister. When he saw you today, it triggered him. He spent his fortune buying his sister a second chance, and he could not . Everyone does not get a second chance Allora, what happened in the past was upsetting, but do not let that hinder your present or future. You are so much more than what you think about yourself.” A silent tear rolled out of her eyes. In the car, Allora was looking at Elijha who had a calm expression, and when he saw her looking at him, he broke into a smile. She would never have thought that such a quiet person would have so much back pain.

Maxim was muddled. He spoke, "Get those people.” Trevor knew what who he was talking about. He replied.”They are two left but I think they don’t wanna work with you anymore.” “Raise the money." Money couldn’t solve everything. If money couldn’t solve everything, Maxim was so rich, he would have gotten Gianna back already. So money couldn’t fix everything but he had to do what Maxim wasted. With this in mind, he sent a message to the group chat. Trevor: The money has been doubled again. Come over immediately.

Ripley’s pov “Did you forget about the money?” Those were the only words in a text I received from my mother later that evening. I did, actually. Seeing your dead ex-husband alive does that to a person. Not that I would share that with my mother. She would never be part of my life again. I would give her the money and then block her number. Is this what it’s like for Cas? Do people only want his money? Is that why Oliver is here?

He glared at me, and for the first time, my eyes opened. I could see the disgust swirling in his eyes. He hated me. In fact, he hated my very existence. “Happy?” A chortle left his lips, “Kill that thing. I can't have Miranda knowing we did something together.” Leon snapped at me. “Miranda?” The word hung in my throat. “Your ex?” The silence that hung in the air was deafening, and Leon turned to me. “We are back together, and she just arrived in town. I know you want to use a child to hold me down, but you have to do better than that, Diana.”

[Detected: Affection levels of the Hayes brothers and the male lead have reached 95%! The marriage mission with the male lead, Julian Hart, has been completed! Congratulations, host!] [Once the body dies, you may return to the real world. The reward will be a hundred million dollars and a full recovery from bone cancer!] I suppressed the surge of wild joy rising in my chest. I could finally go home! My eldest and third brothers stayed behind with Elena, while my second brother was sent to escort me back.

If the problem was money, then there wasn't a problem. “Mr. Ashford, I already burned through the last payments, even double won't cut it—” “Five times then,” he cut in once more, his tone leaving no room for argument. “And a one million bonus for every lead you get.” Vance went silent over the phone for an agonizing minute. “Very well, sir.” Cain hung up. He walked back to the foyer and stared at his reflection in the mirror across the hall, waiting for the shaking in his hands to start again.

She could still feel him inside her — the heat, the fullness, the way his ridged cock had stretched her beyond human limits. Azrael climbed onto the bed and pulled her into his arms like she weighed nothing. One large clawed hand rested possessively on her lower belly. “Your ex is already suffering,” he told her casually. “His business collapsed overnight. His new whore left him for a richer man. He’ll be begging on the streets by the end of the week. Happy?” Lila nodded, a dark smile tugging at her lips. “Yes.” “Good.” Azrael’s hand slid lower, cupping her soaked pussy. “Now it’s time to pay the second part of your debt.”

“Something strange happened today and I still think I am wrong. Is it possible that someone dead can suddenly show up years later?” He poured the vodka he ordered into the ice-filled glass. “Unless the person never died in the first place.” He uttered absentmindedly. My lashes fluttered slowly “What? Is that possible in a fatal accident?” Eric arched his brow, “What is this about?’ “Remember the interior design partner that AS Real Estate recently partnered with?” “Yeah, aren’t they supposed to resume today?” “Yes. The project lead’s name is Briar and she could almost pass for my late wife.”