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Police who would be working for Carter and no doubt sabotage our search until Stephanie is … I don’t even want to finish that thought. It’s only been a few days it will be fine. Carter won’t want to rush into anything … although my mind wonders at now that they are ‘married’ whether he will demands certain marital rights from my wife. The thought twists my stomach to the point I feel i’m about to dry heave. He won’t hurt her like that. Right? In the back of my mind I doubt Carter will be that kind. He’s obsession with my wife is dangerous at best and deadly at worst. Sabriana looks me over before she places her hands on her hips. “Let me help Jake. We all want her back safe. The more people

"You're Ms. Kane, from Astra Pharmaceuticals? Where did you get this data?" He pointed at the document on the desk, unable to hide the excitement in his voice. I walked up to him and bowed deeply. "Dr. Whitmore, let me reintroduce myself. I'm Vivian Kane. I'm also Adrian Vance's wife." His face darkened instantly, and he slammed a hand on the desk. "You have the nerve to show your face? I've seen exactly how the Vances operate." "Get out. I will never work with a company like yours."

“There is no one to drive Riley to school, so she is staying at home. Would you be able to—" Missy was still at Havens Estate, Haley supposed. "All right," she said, her eyes flickering. I'll leave." "You truly are the best woman in the world," Stephanie said, giving her a thankful glance. “Mr. Colin is a complete moron. He's not the appropriate man." Haley turned back to her, “and it’s Ms. Kane now, not Mrs. Colin. I was never married to Kieran.” “Oh-“ Stephanie widen her mouth. “Okay Mrs Co, I mean Ms. Kane.”

Maribell said, frowning. “They did… nothing really happened that would be considered bad. It’s just that I grew up with Kane’s sister. We were best friends. In fact, I actually knew his entire family very well. Which means I also knew Kane’s ex-wife pretty well too… well, if you could call seeing someone a number of times at family gatherings knowing them.” Margo sighed. “Wait! Kane was married before?” She asked wide eyed. “Well, yeah.” Margo siad, turning to look at her wondering why she was so surprised. “Is it really that surprising that he was married before?”

“You may call me Edward, Mrs Shaw. And it was my wife who headed the decoration company that made this stunning beauty happen. I agree with you, it is indeed very stunning.” Natalia nods and accepts his hand. “You may call me Natalia, Edward.” She smiles warmly at him. “And bravo to your wife for doing such a great job.” “And this is Mrs Wallbanger and Miss DuPont. This man here is Mr Razier.” Noah continues. “Everyone, this is my wife, Mrs Natalia Shaw.” Natalia smiles and looks at all of them with a smile on her face. “I am pleased to meet you all.”

The headline screams in bold white: “The Most Powerful Couple in America” Livia Kane, CEO of the new Kane-Harper empire, smirking on the cover with her husband’s hand on her six-weeks-postpartum waist. My fingers crush the edges. The paper tears at the corner. I don’t care. I stare at her face. At the woman I embarrassed in front of two hundred cameras while she stood there bleeding inside, ultrasound photo cutting into her palm like glass. At the woman I divorced with a shrug and a pen, like ending our life together was just another Tuesday. At the woman who carried my child, our daughter and I threw all that away like she was nothing.

between Troy Roger and her. A dull pain rushes over Nina Morrison's heart. Jasmine Harris has been watching Lucien Gray's expression. She is relieved to see that there is nothing unusual on his face. Seeing Nina Morrison explains, she smiles sarcastically, "Nina Morrison, are you so eager to be married? Dean Williams is married. His child is four or five years old. And his wife is the mayor's daughter. It is impossible for you to become Mrs. Williams!"

“Miss Vale, the board is waiting. The Blackwood expansion cannot move forward without your approval.” I stared at the message. Then I read it again. My chest still hurt. But something else rose inside me too. A reminder. A brutal one. I was not just the woman Damien Blackwood threw away. I was not just his ex-wife. I was not just the wife who got replaced before she even left the house, I was still Aria Vale. And whether Damien knew it or not…his company did not breathe without decisions made in rooms he had never seen. My fingers then moved over the screen, I was supposed to reply, I supposed to tell them to delay, approve it or reject it.

It was quite laughable. Last night, Kane called Killian 'Little Uncle,' and his fiancée was his cousin. There was no need for him to deliberately hide this relationship from Kane, just that he didn't want to make her public, since it was just a marriage of convenience, each getting what they needed, and not meant to last. Since that was the case, she didn't need to force his hand. Sheila thought for a moment and said, "Don't cause trouble for Mr. Gray. Just say Mr. Gray has a wife and children, and there's no way they could be involved. Let him speculate however he wants, it's none of our business."

Kane’s uncle. He walked like he was born owning every room. His gaze swept over me, slow and calculating, like I was inventory. "Uncle Ronan.." Kane said with that controlled tone. "This is my wife. Aria Callahan." Wife, that word again, it still didn’t sit right in my ears, atleast not anymore. Ronan's lips curled, the kind of smile you give when you smell something off. "Wife, hmm? You always did move fast when there’s a chair at the top."