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He wondered if there was a glint of pain in her eyes, but when he looked again, she still had the same annoyed, ironic look of the woman he'd married. Anger cut at him for her ability to constantly make him feel uneasy. He didn't say anything wrong. She was married for money, and freely admitted it. Why did she have to pretend to be the innocent victim in this whole mess? He forced himself to put the thought of his wife out of his mind and focus on the group of businessmen surrounding Hyoshi Komo. Eric felt an important factor in securing this Japanese man's vote. Interest. Make it fun for Hyoshi Komo, and Eric will get the job.

Paul was hiding something and always walked around like he was laughing at some private joke that only he knew. She didn’t quite know what had happened to her father’s last assistant, a striking young redhead. No doubt Coleen had something to do with letting her go, since that’s how she got the role of wife to begin with. Going from being her father’s assistant to being knocked up by him had secured her next role as wife. Ann was standing near the patio doors waiting for Ethan to bring her a drink when Paul walked up to her. “I hear you had an exciting time in South America?” He was standing too close for her liking. When she tried to back up, she realized her back was already against the wa

she said with relief. "Yes, ma'am. Now she is disabled and lives with her biological son." Keenan did mention Paula's condition to Harry. "Of course, it's not easy for you to be in this position. I understand quite well, son. Go visit your wife!" she said. Harry nodded. "Thank you, ma'am!" he said because his wife's family began to understand his position. Harry sauntered towards the gurney where his wife's body lay without opening her eyes.

Paul the owner of the Restaurant comes to greet his friends. “Hey boys how are you doing and how’s the night going?” “We are good man! We are good.” “Nathan my man how are you and oh! Who is this goddess besides you.” “I’m fine how are you? Well this is my wife Angela. Angela meet Paul the owner of this place.” “Angela, Angela I should have advertised this place with your beautiful face. Honey, you are truly a beauty,a fine art for an artist like me, the fire on the mountain, the goddess of earth. The…..”

Not exactly how he expected to see his son's nice girlfriend. Paul's big, thick cock grew in his work trousers as he looked at me. He never expected to see such a hot, naked young girl again in his life ever since Charlie's mum and Paul's wife died many years ago. Seeing me like that brought back his dormant dominant side, a side that had died along with his wife. Back when she was alive, Paul and she had a vibrant sex life. She was submissive, and they were both kinky. At times, she was more of a sex toy than a wife, but they both loved it. I never thought I would take her place.

He only dared to confront me today because Winona was far more ruthless than I was. Corey tried to escape, but the surrounding crowd of onlookers blocked his way. In the end, the reporters intervened and called the police to get him out. After that incident, my reputation was fully restored, and my team regained its previous recognition. On top of that, my company became a rising name in the industry. I was a renowned CEO, and my relationship with Yvonne was seen as a calculated, well-matched union. On the day of the divorce hearing, Winona desperately pleaded with me.

"Dom, come on. Paul is just an old friend I lost touch with." "Yeah?" He raised a skeptical brow. "Yes. And for the record, he's in a committed poly relationship. Those two women at his table? His wives." Adamo’s eyes widened. "Wait...wives?" "Yep. Two of them." I smirked. "I’ve never been interested in Paul. He’s always been… a little different." Adamo let out a short chuckle. "Yeah, I was gonna say. How the hell do you even be in a committed poly relationship?"

"You know, speaking of pimping us out, if you ask nicely, Ace might rearrange the house." Jack grimaced. "I like things the way they are." "That's what I thought, too," Paul said. "Before I met him. You'll be surprised how much better he can make things." The music switched to a slow song, and Helen arrived to take Ace's arm. Holly darted over to demand a dance from Paul. Paul happily wrapped his arms around his new sister-in-law, who was flushed and glowing. "This is nice," she sighed. "Wedding, check. Paul and Ace, check. Sold Steven's house, check. I can relax."

Or had I seen it — her intelligence, her calm confidence, the quiet way she handled things — and simply decided it didn’t matter? “She’s just—” The words rose to my tongue and died there. Just what? Just my wife? Just a signature on a contract arranged while I was unconscious? Just someone convenient to place beside my name? The thought left a bitter taste in my mouth. Because the truth was, I had reduced her long before anyone else ever could. Paul leaned forward suddenly. “Why was she with Peter the other day?” Silence fell. “And why,” he added carefully, “do you never bring her around us?”

Paul explained. "And what happened after you left the building? Did they leave too?" I asked him, and he nodded. "I guess so because they said they didn't see her leaving when they returned back to guard the area," Dr. Paul said and my fist clenched. "Dammit. How about your wife? Was she there? Where is she? There is no way that Celine would have escaped after losing so much blood from her childbirth?" I demanded, and Dr. Paul shook his head.