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"I mean, she was a big woman, if you understand what I mean. Not your size at all." “Oh.” He gives me a conspiratorial squint and adds, “And he was married to Julian Hayes. It was a sad marriage though, and ended badly too. The alpha was better off without her, if you don't mind me saying. He's never been happier than he is with—” “Her sister.” The smile leaves Berry's face and he pauses. Then he smiles and says, “Goldrun isn't as small as I thought then if you know the story. Yeah, well, Julian's first wife was useless to him. Overweight, and all.”

I hope Jenny can fight this and get better soon. Before my son and Jenny can get too far into their conversation, I interrupt them. “Jenny, there is an additional person here with us today. Wanda’s dad, Mr. Gold, came for the wedding.” Wanda’s dad steps closer to the bed. “Hello, Jenny. I’m Mr. Gold and I’m glad to meet you.” Jenny smiles and politely replies, “Hello, Mr. Gold.” Her face contorts a little, and she looks at Casper and me before turning her gaze back to the older man. “Are you related to Casper and his dad? You have the same last name.”

I've been gone for a month plus for a music concert in Spain and I was just returning back to America today. Well, my name is Goldie Elvira Davis and I'm a very popular pop singer and also the ex-girlfriend of Daniel Roberts, well the only girl he ever dated which is a thing of pride but, not many know that... Presently, I'm dating Xavier Orville the second son of the president of the USA. It escalated my fame just as I wanted but the only problem is that even though Xavier loves me, he still cheats. I probably deserve that for how I wickedly broke Dan's heart eight months ago. I even told him I never really loved him. Too bad, cause I did...

Renee reached out her hand towards Elaine. Elaine was still caught off guard and instinctively shook the woman's hand before quickly looking at Sylvia. Sylvia understood what she meant and reassured her, "You didn't mishear, and I didn't mistake anyone. Renee is indeed my genuine sister-in-law, your sister-in-law." Elaine had always assumed that Mason was unmarried because no one had ever told her that he was married, and she had never seen Renee at home. Shouldn't spouses live together? She felt confused again.

Once Fane sat down, the Gold family’s young master, Kelly Gold smugly spoke, “Ah, so you’re Fane? We went overseas for a trip some time ago and have just returned recently! I’ve heard quite a lot about you. You’re the one who joined the forces, right? A son-in-law who married into his wife’s family. Haha! You’ve been away for five years, no?” On the other side, Old Master Gold’s expression darkened as he glanced at Fane. “Old Master Taylor, this… This is the son-in-law who married into your family?” “Yes, and he’s been here for a month now!” Old Master Taylor nodded with a smile on his face. The expression on Old Master Gold’s face continued to darken, and he added, “We’re here to discuss im

Amberleigh couldn’t help but immediately like the woman. “Miss Dubois, you have not yet been introduced to my parents, Mrs. Viola Eisenhower Godwin and Mr. Cole Bertrand Godwin. This is Leo’s new girlfriend I was just telling you both about,” said Grayson. “A pleasure Miss Dubois,” said Mr. Godwin dryly. “The pleasure is all mine I assure you.”

Ellison wrapped his hand around Elise's waist naturally. "So what if she was someone's ex-wife? Does that make her any lesser of an excellent woman?" Ellison said, looking at Elise tenderly. Everyone was stunned. It was said that Ellison King didn't like women and had never ever touched one in his life. Everyone suspected that he was gay. How did Kayden's ex-wife get together with him?! Jessica kept her face passive. She tried not to act like she was offended that someone said her figure couldn't compare to Elise.

Ren reported. “Then that's good, let's see how well she will be able to come up with the same materials she needs for her new design before the launch day,” Jane said, pleased and glorified in herself. “Getting to Mr George and threatening him was after all a good idea” Ren concluded. “What has my husband been up to?” Jane asked as soon as she stepped out of the elevator with Ren. “He has been golfing quite often these past few days with a female professional golfer” Ren said as he tried to reach his inner pocket and show Jane the pictures he took.

He had gray at his temples and the kind of expression that suggested he had been laughing just before the photograph was taken. “Martin Ellis,” Reynolds said. “He was a regional manager for one of your company's suppliers. He attended with his wife.” I remembered him. Not because we'd been close. Because he had cornered me near the bar that night and spent nearly ten minutes telling me that his daughter had just started university. I had pretended to be listening while checking messages on my phone. Now I remembered the daughter. “His wife survived?” “Yes.” Reynolds turned the page. “Daniel and Sarah Whitmore. Married couple. They were guests of one of the charitable foundations sponsoring t

But he'd never shown love at all. A memory surfaced, sharp and unwelcome: Seris at a charity gala two years into their marriage, his hand on the small of Vivienne Laurent's back—one of the "mistresses" the tabloids had gleefully documented. The way he'd laughed at something she'd said, a real laugh, the kind Silver had spent years trying to earn. Another memory: Finding the bank statements. Twenty thousand dollars to "C. Morrison" for "consulting services." Thirty thousand to "Gabrielle Chen" marked as "personal gift." Amounts that meant nothing to a billionaire but everything to someone trying to pretend her marriage was real.