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I just got back from last night's gala, and I'm exhausted. It was a message from Marianne, filled with emojis and exclamation points, talking about how amazing the night had been and how Logan Pierce had actually talked to me. Isn't this woman losing energy? She was like this last night. He insists that I am lucky that one Logan Peirce spoke to me. Why am I lucky? Maybe Logan is even luckier. I almost rolled my eyes at what I was thinking earlier. It has been confirmed that Marianne is a crazy woman. Yes.

muttered Marianne, angrily. “Oh, there you are. I’ve been looking all over for you. I even tried calling but your phone was busy,” exclaimed Annie. She walks towards her and notices her grim face. “Are you alright?” asked Annie with concern, wondering as to why her friend looks mad when not a while ago was she chatting happily with Jane and Peter. Marianne stares at her and says “I might be acting unreasonable here, but could you tell me if it’s normal for a woman to be feeling annoyed after talking to some random woman who had answered the husband’s phone?”

It was now close to 11pm. Me: Hi beautiful are you still awake? Marianna: Hi Manny, yes I am still awake. Why are you awake this late? me: Oh you know just working on this case, why are you still awake Ma'am? Marianna: Honestly, because I miss you, it feels weird to sleep alone now.... Me: Really? I am flattered, I miss you too Marianna. Marianna: You should try to get some sleep sir! Me: What are you wearing?

She stops just right after the door, too shy to look into their faces, she glances down, clasping her hands right in front of her, while her legs are shaking. She hates to be this submissive but she has no choice, the princes are just three years older than her. Mario, the youngest, comes in between his brothers and whispers something into their ears. While this whispering is going on, Marianne is having her own thoughts. First she is wondering what's the perfect job they have for her, second she is puzzled at why her wolf kept on attracting herself to the Castlevania triplets. While her heart is detesting them and wanting to be far from them as much as possible, her wolf is excited. Her hea

Lucia, you just wait! But if he was really some big shot, how is Lucia associated with him? What tactic did she use to attract such charismatic man? This was the first time Renata was ignored and looked down on by a man. Furthermore, it was by a man she was attracted to, so she was even more reluctant to let go. If Lucia could manage to snatch this man, then she also could do so without a doubt! She had already snatched Johnny from Lucia, so taking this handsome and noble man would make no difference.Although she had taken a blow from the man’s nonchalant indifference, her desire to conquer was also ignited.A man with such good looks and charisma was not easy to obtain after all.Not to menti

She smiled back at me, though I could tell from her mind that she didn’t exactly want me to call her anything; nor did she wish to be in the same room as me. “Alright.” I whispered, only just managing to hold my smile in place. I glanced over Marianne Scarlette, her silver-coloured hair cascading in waves down the sides of her breasts and her aquamarine eyes unable to stay locked onto me; often darting to the prince and Ezio. She had a slender and yet curved body and stood at about five-foot-two, her sharp pointed nose and high cheek bones perfectly sculpting her features. I found her elegant, and yet rebellious; she didn’t like being told what to do and she certainly didn’t appreciate anyon

"But I am not refusing to marry her.It is just not the right time.I will marry her sooner or later.That never changed.I only need to secure my own position first,so people cannot say I climbed by grabbing her skirt." Another man sighed."And Claire?Do not get mad,but her timing is always perfect.You are about to get engaged,she has a crisis.You are about to meet the Moretti elders,she gets sick.You really do not see it?" Claire's voice trembled at once."I did not.I am just scared of losing Adrian.In New York,he is all I have." Adrian said,"Enough.Do not make her out to be a villain.Elena grew up spoiled.Her temper is bigger than most.Let her cool off.She needs to learn that not everything can

“She’s my wife.” Marco nodded and said nothing else. The team continued to refine the plan, adjusting for possibilities: traps, guards, unexpected obstacles. Xavier absorbed it all with unwavering focus. But inside, beneath the strategy and sharp thinking, was a raw fear that gnawed at his resolve. He kept remembering Cynthia’s smile, her soft laugh, the way she would lean into him when something scared her. The memory of her warmth became a sharp contrast to the coldness he felt now. She needed him. And he refused to fail her.

“I might’ve dressed a little plainly today and skipped the makeup, but that doesn’t give anyone the right to act like I’m invisible,” Marianne huffed. “That woman—Kandice’s mother, I don’t even remember her name.” “Sandra Peterson,” Grace murmured beside her. Marianne waved a hand dismissively. “Sandra. Whatever. She bumped into a box of red wine the driver was carrying and completely lost it. Started ranting about how we had no manners. I mean, really—who’s the one with no manners here?”

“No one’s looking to start a fight over a guy. We’re not in high school anymore, right?” Liviana hums. “Right,” she agrees. “Besides,” Marianne starts, a step in Liviana’s direction as she adds, “You’d lose, anyway.” Stood dumbfounded, Liviana scoffs, watching the woman smile and mutter a goodbye before she passes her. “Wow,” she comments under her breath, turning when her names called once more. “Oh, and Livi,” Marianna starts, paused in the doorway of the restroom. “You may wanna touch up your face there, honey. You look like a hot mess and it’s really unattractive.”