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Secret People say ,secret is a knowledge that is kept hidden intentionally. Yes, he wouldn't lie, he kept it a secret intentionally . This is why sadiq never loves keeping secrets. But when the world is at your back,what does one has to do than to keep a secret?. At this point, he just couldn't think of the best way to lay it down to Alhaji Dabo . Should I write it down on a paper and just give it to him?or maybe I shouldn't tell him? , he thought again.

"You are only 5 years older than me, James, stop acting so old." "5 years is a lot of time, Lancaster." "Suree.. " James pinched the spot between his brows, and took a deep breath. " You know what? I'm done having this conversation with you, Lancaster. Mr Larkin is busy in his office with someone, you can come back next time, or preferably, never at all. "

You’re mine and always will be. Press 1 to save the message Message saved.

While reading lot of comments, I don't know but smile slowly formed in my lips. So what if that news spreads now? I think it's way better so everyone should know that Axis Ford Averion is now mine. Only mine. Geez, why do I sound so possessive this time?

She said loudly that everyone heard her so I smiled at her like an idiot. "That's nice. But I don't think your mate would appreciate that you’re parading around in just his shirt without any pants or skirt on." I said seriously. "Do you not like anything you see my love." She teased. "I love everything that you are and you know that. I just don't want to share my view to the public." I said smiling at her sweetly. "You don't have to worry about the public. I'm all yours remember." "I know. You are mine, Sophia Camille Vandermont Sinclair. You are exclusively mine. But the public doesn't know that." I reminded her.

Thoughts of Mona kept flying across his mind making him sick to his stomach. Moments later, the car pulled to a stop a few streets away from the required destination. He liked being discrete so he didn’t want his new boss to know what he was up to. He had always lived a private life and never allowed his business to be out there. Not that it was her business, but for a woman who had lost a man she loved so deeply, he couldn’t help but think that she would have advised him otherwise. She seemed like she strongly believed in love.

This may be the end of He Was Never Mine, but it’s only the beginning of my writing journey. I truly hope you’ll continue walking that journey with me. Until our next story… With all my love, Precious Rose ❤️

Every man in the room went perfectly still. “They have. I care more about one frightened woman than I do about all of your opinions combined. And that doesn’t make me weak. It makes me dangerous. Because a man with nothing to lose might negotiate with you. But a man with everything to lose?” His smile was winter-cold. “That man will burn your world down before he lets you touch what’s his.” He straightened, adjusting his cufflinks one final time. “The Santos territory remains under Santos control. Anyone who has a problem with that is welcome to discuss it with me. Privately.”

"You think I don't know what that request actually is? He's not asking for a healer. He's asking for an excuse to keep you close." "That's not your business anymore." "Everything about you is my business." His jaw tightens. "You're still pack. You're still under obligation here whether you like the sound of that or not." I don't answer. I don't owe him an answer, not after what he said to me two nights ago, not after watching him grab my arm hard enough to bruise and growl about ownership like I was property instead of a person.

This was supposed to be simple. Work. Save. Leave. That was it. No distractions. No complications. No— You already have. The words landed again. Clearer this time. “No,” Arlo muttered under his breath, shaking his head once. “No, I haven’t.” He hadn’t. He couldn’t have. Because if he had— Then leaving wouldn’t be simple anymore. Arlo pushed himself back into motion, grabbing the next stack of linens. Faster now. Sharper. Controlled. He wouldn’t think about it.