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I paused as I saw him walk in, dressed in a sleek black suit and his eyes covered with dark sunglasses but he took them off and locked eyes with me, I saw the shock that registered on his face that equally mirrored mine and I began to stutter. “We’ll be starting with social – social – media and – cont – content – ” it was difficult to keep up not with those piercing eyes staring back at me. It was him in the flesh – Parrish Holmes – my ex that had in fact ruined my life and invaded my dreams leaving me all hot and bothered. That was when it clicked P&H Advertising – Parrish Holmes. Oh shit! I didn’t even speak of the devil, I had barely thought of him and he was right in front me holding my

I didn't want her to be kept out if there was an emergency. Bailey looked angry, but I didn't care. She was always mad about one thing or the other anyway. “The next time you do this, I'm going to revoke your right to come here as you like.” Bailey didn't care about any of that. She walked toward me, straight past Ethan, and rounded the desk until she was staring right at me. “I'm sure you know that your ex is back, but did you know she came back with children?”

“You paid me good money to know her. To make sure she wasn’t a problem anymore.” My nails dig into my palms. “Then explain to me why she is back. Why she is in my life again. Why Jake just told me she is living in the country house with her her children, you promised me she was dead.” For the first time, his eyes sharpen, the amusement slipping. “Children?” “Yes,” I hiss. “Two of them. A girl and a boy. Don’t look so surprised.” He exhales slowly, tapping ash onto the ground. “That wasn’t part of the deal.”

"Thanks for the money, ex-wife. Hope you two have a happy life and a house full of kids." Victoria froze. Watching me hum happily like I'd won the lottery, she gritted her teeth. "Tyrell, drop the act. Even if you beg me to remarry you one day, I won't give you the time of day." Oh, please. Even if I had to die, I wasn't giving that money back. I waved her off and left. I was rich now. Time to head back to the club and enjoy myself surrounded by beautiful slippers. But before I even reached the club, something slammed into the back of my head, and darkness swallowed me.

"Finding you's easy. Babe, quit being stubborn. I know you're mad, but don't play hard to get. Let me and Mom in." He reached for the door, trying to push past me. I snapped, smacking his hand away. "Jason Buckley, we broke up five years ago. Get lost." They both froze. Then Margo jabbed a finger at me, yelling, "How dare you talk to your man like that? So disrespectful! If you didn't want him back, why take his gift? I didn't even call you a gold digger, and you're still acting ungrateful!" Jason dragged her back, then faced me. "Tessa, I'll be real. My new dad's the richest man in Seavora. Why else would I send you money every day for years? You never blocked me because you wanted to marry

Not that he would find us, anyway. "You hear me?! Not a damn dime!" I cut the call and tossed the phone on the bed. Little did he know I moved all my money to a new bank account. Justin was pretty savvy in that department. It was like he had everything planned out before I even arrived. He forced mom to not take one single dime from her now ex-husband. Justin was supposedly rich anyway and said he would take care of us. I mean, who ever heard of a poor vampire anyway? They were all rich. If I met a poor vampire, I think I might choke on my own spit. This place was oozing with money. Many of them were old and invested in stocks and bonds when they first came on the scene. They lived in the la

I said before groaning in pain. “What? What the fuck do you mean gone! That is my retirement money you are talking about Mateo, where the hell is it!” she roared. I shook anxiously. How do I tell my ex, I used up her money to buy my wife from my enemy? Out of spite…

Georgina shrugged. I glared at her with every form of rage burning in my eyes. "Georgina just shut the hell up!" I hollered. "This has nothing to do with money, okay? I just got married, he's my husband, and now I received a stupid call that he was dead. What do I do now? Celebrate that I still have billions of dollars and forget that someone who loves me with his whole heart just died?" "No, I didn't..." she trailed off.

Last drank water? I couldn't remember. "Shh, baby. Mama's here." I adjusted my shirt and positioned Charlotte for nursing. She latched on immediately, her tiny hands gripping my shirt. "That's it. You're okay. We're okay." But we weren't okay. We were in a basement. Somewhere in the middle of nowhere. With a man who'd already proven he was capable of murder. My ex-husband. The man I'd once trusted. Once married. Once believed loved me.

Nine months after I was reunited with my mom, I gave birth to a set of twin boys who I fell in love with at first sight. And from that moment, they become the center of my universe. A week before my babies clocked three months, my mother died from a seizure and was buried the next day just like she has written in her will. After her death, I inherited the whole of her wealth. She had settled Mr Thomas prior by willing her art gallery and restaurant to him while I got her estates, business firms and wealth. However, I couldn't bring myself to live in her mansion after she died. Not that it was eerie or anything, it just felt empty and cold like it had been on the day I first got there.