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I honestly didn’t care. She looked up at me and I sipped my tea. “Mhm.” “And then the wedding.” “Mmhmm.” “Nice.” “Don’t worry, there’ll be enough food and drinks for you to feast as you said,” she laughed. “You sure?” “Yeah. His family is a noble family, remember. They’re wealthy. And my father isn’t poor either. I want something simple but I’ve already been told by Noure that his parents would never do something simple.” she giggled, “They’re definitely going to make it a big one.”

He asked, kissing my bare shoulder. I smile. "Yes, darling, but I'm sad." Drew Mondragon is indeed dominant and possessive but with a good heart. Now, having here with me, loving him like this, I could no longer ask for more. I used to have a lot of insecurities within me, including my status in the society. Drew is of noble birth, while I have nothing to offer except for my heart. I don't want him to think I'm taking advantage of him. I still want to pursue my dreams.

A really handsome man reached out his hand to my right shoulder. "How are you?" His baritone voice woke me up completely. Have I died and gone to heaven already because there is no way this man is human. His eyes were so clear and bright. His brown colored orbs seemed like they could see through my soul. His man bun and sharp jawline made me question again if this was a man of a supernatural being.

With wide eyes, she looks up at mine, searching and probing. “You’re a Nero?” she asks in a breath. I nod, but realize that those listening can’t see it. “My name is Nova Ainsley. I grew up on Korpillion. I worked for Horne Energy, but for lunars before I escaped the planet, I was making illegal Neron weapons.” “The weapons maker?” Arden asks, and I can tell, her mind is reeling from all of the revelations.

Where on earth would I find the exact shirt he had on? I discreetly looked at it to see if I could spy a logo or any distinguishing mark. But Ur was just a regular, plain white shirt. Damn! Could I even afford it? It looked expensive, like one of Atlas' shirts back at home. I bit back a sigh and nodded. “Of course,” I lied through my teeth. As soon as I spoke, Luca threw his head back, bursting into a loud, belly-deep laugh. I remained standing before him, my cheeks heating up more the longer he laughed.

As I logged into my web novel site again, a book currently on promotion graced my view. “Her Alpha’s XL mate.” The title was obviously direct, I hissed and attempted to scroll past but an ad popped up blocking my way. I waited a split second for it to disappear and tapped the scroll button, unfortunately, the book’s first page opened and I read the first paragraph. He rejected me coldly and I wished to die. I paused, fresh anger surged in my mind. The female lead sounded so pathetic, I read on, the male lead sounded so arrogant. I tried to scroll but the plot kept pulling me in. It sounded so unbelievable yet relatable.

"I will pay you double if the job is neat enough" "Trust us nah, no be today we dey run this game". ***AUTHORESS'S POV*** Nonna was seen enjoying her favourite TV show in her hotel room. She got a call from an unknown number. Hello mah, we are done with it". ***PRINCE'S POV**

"What else?" Marie was silent for a moment. Then she said, "He had a plan. For the network. For Valentina. For everything." "What plan?" Marie looked at her. "The gala." Elara frowned. "What gala?" "There's a charity gala in the city tomorrow night. Valentina will be there. It's her annual event. She uses it to parade her power, to show the world she's untouchable." Marie paused. "It's the one night she's not hiding. The one night she's out in the open, surrounded by people, by cameras, by the press. She thinks she's untouchable. She thinks no one would dare touch her in public." She looked at Elara. "That's her weakness. She's arrogant. She's careless. She thinks she's above everyone else.

It's said to be a billionaire's paradise. Perhaps my nervousness was evident in the way I held Baby Leon. Usually, this little angel wriggles gently in the morning, but now he's writhing vigorously with a faint whimper. Thankfully, he doesn't cry. A handsome seven-month-old, a truly peaceful baby. Every time I think I'm pathetic, it turns out this little one has been abandoned by his mother and just ran away. "Are you really tired of being tossed around? Baby Leon is handsome?" "Should I help you take off your clothes, hm?" A deep, intimidating voice sounded from the doorway. It was Arthur Moric.

“You are special kid. I thought you will be able to live a normal life just like any other children but I guess I was just joking myself. You have a gift and that painting was just the beginning. You will see things, hear things that can make you wish you didn’t but that’s how you will live your life. If you hadn’t been chosen to be a royal consort then it would have been easier but I guess I have to teach you a few things. We only have tonight to talk it out and you will be busy.” “I don’t want to leave you nana.” “I know but you must. I will always be here for you. Now be a good girl and listen,” nanaba said and she did. Nanaba began to narrate the story and it was just a story she had hea