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Brent comments. Now that I think about it, the black-haired girl does look familiar. The four of us walk over to their table and introduce ourselves. Soon drinks are placed in front of them, and the conversation starts flowing. Her name is Everly, and she is 21. She just graduated from Duke with her MBA in business. The next few hours felt like a dream. The two of us talked, danced, and flirted. Although I swear, she acted like she couldn’t believe I was interested in her. We left the club together and ended up back at my house. __FLASHBACK END__

Chapter 7 Richard had just arrived that day from Singapore. The girl was immediately the one he wanted to go to. He wanted to surprise her in her apartment. Richard Petter is a black American. He went to the Pines to invest in a business. He is a gasoline investor. He has been living in the Pines for five years and wants to get married here.

✨✨✨✨✨ Russell I drove to the small grocery outlet in town, parked the car, and headed inside. The place looked more prominent than the last time I was here. Indeed, this place was remodeled. No wonder it was closed off last year. "Hey, Patty!" I greeted an elderly lady at the register. She had worked here for as long as I could remember. "Hi, honey. It's good to see you back home. I hear you brought home a hottie with you. When can we meet her?" She says, making me lower my head to cover my blush as I chuckled.

Karma will pave the way Maria woke up quickly and made up her bed. She just folded the blanket, rolled the mattress and grabbed her coat and gumboots. She put on the big cowboy hat and it made her look like a shepherdess. Sister Mary gave her an axe to chop some wood so that she could be able to make fire. The big black pots were already filled with water to cook the porridge. She chopped the woods with trembling hands. It was so freezy and the frost was covering the surface of the ground. Her hands were frozen and it was difficult for her to continue with the chopping but she had no other way to avoid her duty.

July 1st Ella’s point of view That Sunday afternoon, Abi rung me. We were still best friends, and she only lived across the lake with Blair and their three kids, all of whom were angels compared to my hoard of hooligans. Although her relationship with Blair had been solid since day one, adjusting to life in the pack hadn’t been easy for her. This wasn’t how she’d imagined her life to be, and she’d had to make a lot of sacrifices along the way. After an accidental pregnancy in high school, she had to abandon hopes of college and move in with Blair years earlier than planned. With Blair busy working for Leo, she had to devote herself to raising her children, and even that brought challenges so

"I'm buying up every fresh hog in this market. Have them delivered to my cold storage. If I'm short a single ounce, we're going to have a problem." As I was supervising the workers loading the carcasses, a camera flashed nearby. I turned to see Karlie McMillan holding up her phone, looking incredibly smug. She was Gabriel's distant cousin, someone who always fancied herself a high-society heiress and viewed me as a country bumpkin. "What are you doing here, Phoebe? Did the Gibson family go bankrupt? Is that why you're sourcing unhygienic meat from a slum like this?" She pinched her nose, looking thoroughly disgusted.

Alaric. He walked past with a woman beside him. Something sharp twisted in my chest. I straightened, my eyes narrowing as I took in the sight before me. She was beautiful—too beautiful. Her long, flowing hair shined under the moonlight, and the way she moved… so confident, so familiar with him. I tried to shake it off. It’s nothing, Ravina, I told myself. He’s the Alpha of his pack, of course, people will come to see him.

Richard nodded. *

Marks pov I shifted to the back of my cell nervously; It took a lot to make me nervous but the dark look she got on her face was making me shiver. How could a woman that's so beautiful look so deadly all of a sudden? I asked myself and looked over at Raven to see if he felt the same as me. He was standing with his arms crossed over his chest and a smirk on his face; oh he was loving this side of her. I wanted to facepalm myself, because off course he would love it, stupid Russian loves torturing bad people and the sadist in him was loving this. I shook my head and gazed back over to her when more people filled the outside of the cells, this wasn't going to end well. She just kept standing th

Richard leans back into his chair, frowning profusely, thinking back to the day of the engagement party, there were so many red heads in the room, including that tall man that had been staring intently and intensely at him from across the room. He had also been at the wedding, kissing Ivy's forehead. He looked rich, better than rich, fucking wealthy. Who are the Halls? Raine chuckles as she grabs her bag. "I've been on the wrong side all this while. Pay for your food, I've paid for mine."