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Despite my parents' objections, I stay by Julian Grant's side for ten years. He goes from having nothing to building his own empire. The moment it's time to fulfill our ten-year promise, I proudly tell my parents I'm going to marry him. But then, he gives the vice president position meant for me to another woman. I confront him only to overhear a woman's hesitant voice behind the door. "Mr. Grant... you gave me the VP role, but what about Ms. Jones? Aren't you two getting married?" Julian's tone is cold and sharp, though his face is calm and unaffected. "Noelle's been with me for ten years. Who else would even want her? Relax—she won't dare make a scene." The words hit me like a slap to the face. Without another word, I turn and make a call to my arranged marriage contact. "Are you free?" I ask. "Let's get married."

After Varethkaal is sealed, Clara and Ashani uncover evidence that WildWood was only one node in a network of ancient, sleeping powers. The roots of these dark entities—known to the Yanuwah as the Deep Ones—spread beneath ley lines and forgotten places. Now, something has begun to stir in the northwest, near a coastal town where strange weather, disappearances, and madness are creeping inland. Emily’s spirit lingers, tethered to the new node… and a child, born near the ruins, may carry a seed of the old darkness.

How the hell could they have made such a mistake?!! Now, his sperm had been inseminated into the wrong woman. Not just any woman, it was Emily Collombo! Freaking Emily Collombo! The illegitimate daughter of the Collombo Family. The woman was engaged to marry his rival mafia Don; Marco Russo, but now she was pregnant with his own child. He was doomed, and he knew it. He was doomed, because he wasn’t going to let her go. Not now. Not when he realized he had a chance at being a father after all. He didn’t care if he was crossing the line with the Russos. If all hell was going to break loose, then let it. He was a huge force to be reckoned with, and everyone knew that, including the Russos. He was lawless. He was feared. He was a god amongst men. He was Dante Ferrari.

Pour sauver l’entreprise familial de la faillite, Emily met de côté ses rêves d’artiste et se rend à Londres. Là, elle rencontre l’infâme et très arrogant Harold Brighman qu’elle déteste à la première rencontre mais qui se trouve être celui qui possède l’avenir de sa famille entre les mains. S’attendant à un refus, elle se retrouve avec une proposition de mariage. Trois ans à prendre à être Mme Brighman pour des années de prospérité pour sa famille. Simple règle: aucune attache. Cela parait simple,non,? Enfin, si le coeur ne s’en mêle pas

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