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She couldn't read anymore. Carla returned from the hallway, wiping glitter off her shirt. She took one look at Anya's face and crossed the room fast. "What? What the hell does it say?" Anya said nothing. Just handed her the document with fingers that didn't feel like hers. Carla skimmed. Her brows shot up. "Holy shit." "Yeah." "This isn't a mistake. He's-he was-he named you." Anya nodded. Carla kept reading. "...Twenty-eight million? Jesus. And you have to live with his son? The Dimitri Volkov?"

The guards immediately snapped to attention, ready to carry out her orders without a second’s delay. By the next morning, everything had been investigated down to the last detail and laid out neatly in front of Rachel. The woman Adrian had been kissing in the bar was Lola Pratt, a former hostess at that very club. She’d quit after getting pregnant, and Adrian had been supporting her ever since. Word had it she was already five months along. This meant that not long after marrying Rachel, he’d gone out and gotten himself a mistress. Being publicly humiliated like this made Rachel the laughingstock of her social circle. The precious heiress being betrayed was a disgrace she had never tasted be

Panic. "You’re lying!" the elderly woman accuses, her voice desperate as she jabs a bony finger in my direction. "You know nothing about Luna Serena. At first, we didn’t trust her, but she proved us wrong! She has been nothing but kind to us—far more than we deserved! She gave us shelter, food, protection, and even her special beauty herb! Do you know how old I am? Two hundred! And I still look eighty, all thanks to her generosity!" I tilt my head, biting back a laugh. Then I let it slip—an amused chuckle that earns me a few scandalized gasps.

an unfamiliar voice greeted. "Giovanni, Pablo, Rafael! It's good to see you again," Andrea replied before three strangers appeared in the kitchen. "And who's this?" one asked instantly seeing me behind the counter. He was clearly Hispanic but obviously wanted me to understand what he was saying and could tell I was more likely to understand English. "Ah!" Andrea said his eyes lighting up. "This is my new bitch. Ella Jones, Luna of Alpha Leonardo Loren." "Loren's mate..." one said eyeing me. "Good catch, Andrea. But I've heard about her. Doesn't she give the Alpha a run for his money? Always running away, disobeying, talking back...ect..."

Chapter 117 M There are times when you need to listen and listen very carefully. I have a habit of listening and listening very carefully. Paulina is a troublemaker ;she's always been a trouble maker and she's always causes trouble where ever she can . I don't believe anything that comes out of her mouth especially anything that concerns me and Ellie

“My father has tapes… of my late wife.” Paula’s expression softened for the first time. Her eyes widened, then recalibrated with understanding. “Oh. Then yes… I understand why you’re terrified.” “So?” Roman pressed. “Her name was Serena Matthews.” Paula said. I stopped breathing. It was her. “Serena Matthews. Who was she? What is this case about?” Roman asked, oblivious to my horror.

“I get it now. You’re one of those sweet, church-raised girls.” Araceli smiled shyly. “Thank you.” “It wasn’t entirely a compliment,” Paula murmured, though not unkindly. “Is this… a church-going household?” Araceli asked. Paula let out a sharp snicker. “If Luciano Salvatore ever stepped foot in a church, the whole place would probably catch fire.” Araceli giggled but quickly sobered. She couldn’t understand why Paula talked about their boss like he was really the devil when he’d been so kind as to offer her a job in her time of need. “Well, I believe anyone can be forgiven. No sin is too great.”

Poor man, he still blamed himself for everything he had put her through within those few days. “I brought you a piece of Luciano’s cake and orange juice,” don Julio announced before sitting next to her. He did not want her to cry for anything or ask. He made sure she had them before giving it a thought. “Paul’s mom baked them herself.” “Clara?” Mrs. Julio was surprised. She thought they would ask one of the workers to do it. However, she was glad that the family members took care of everything and made Luciano’s day special. “Yes, Clara, wife of Roberto Reyes,” Don Julio laughed.

He knew that Harvey was Colton Torres’ savior after all. “Young Master Torres? Harvey let out a cold chuckle as he stared at Paula. “He’s your biggest shareholder? “And your greatest support?” “That’s right! Now you know! Paula was showing a prideful look. “Now you know how it feels to be pushed to a corner! “Kneel and lick my spit off the damn ground! Break your own limbs and cough up the money while you’re at it! “I might just let you live if you do! Paula was showing a playful expression.

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