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“I’m surprised you haven’t yet. You’ve been wanting to since the moment you arrived.” Something like grudging amusement crossed Liam’s face. He stepped back. “I have wanted to. I’ve dreamed about smashing your pretty face in until you cry and beg for forgiveness.” I raised an eyebrow. “What’s stopping you?” “My wife.” Where Liam was a bull in a china shop, his wife Mari was more like a nimble doe in a china shop. Tall, red-haired, and beautiful, she somehow managed to keep her Irish husband’s temper from exploding. Liam might act like he was in charge, when everyone knew the real person in charge was his sweet, capable wife.

After Seamus finished speaking, he looked at the red sports car that flew away from his sight and sighed again. "Vice—President, please get in the car and wait." The bodyguard made his decision based on his safety. Seamus got into the car and thought about all the information he had received about her just now. His heart had never been so distracted before. Her information showed that after she left five years ago, she had devoted herself to her career and was now a vice president of a listed company. At the same time, she also owned 30% shares of the company. However, there was one more thing according to her information. She still hadn't married yet, and yet she had a four—year—old girl by

~~~~ Walking down the aisle with my gloved fingers lightly gripping dad’s biceps, while feeling thousands of eyes on me, was overwhelming and horrifying at the same time. Being this close to Dad didn’t bring me as much anxiety as being this close to my husband to be, I could already tell before dad offered me to him like a wrapped present. His long fingers closed over mine and I bit my mouth to stop myself from crying out in panic as we both turned towards the priest. As the priest talked and talked, I was finding it harder to breath and concentrate on the wedding. Frightened shudders kept sliding down my spine the more the realization that I was getting married to the mafia don kept sinking

The courtroom feels colder when Kieran takes the stand. Elara watches him place his hand on the Bible and swear to tell the truth. He looks calm and composed in his dark suit. But she knows him well enough to see the tension in his shoulders. Margaret begins the questioning. "Mr. Vaughn, what is your relationship to Ms. Craslow?" "Raven is my wife," Kieran says. His voice is steady. "We married six months ago." "And what is your relationship to the child, Ethan Monroe?"

Just then, Mariah walked in stylishly. “What's going on here? I've been looking all over the place for you, Ryan,” she said, looking at him. “A stupid pregnant woman slapped me,” Aisling cried. “You insulted her and she slapped you,” Ryan corrected. “I don't get it, who is she?” Mariah asked, in curiosity. “I guess you don't know,” Ryan chuckled, turning to Aisling. “She's Samantha, Mr Ryker's wife,” he revealed and her eyes bulged.

Dario replied plainly. "Actually, Sean and Lucia were married a week before Sean returned to his country," said Mrs. Marylin. "Married?" Dario was surprised to hear that. The week before Sean left, that meant the opening of the restaurant. Mrs. Marylin sighed. "Not many know about their marriage, it happened very suddenly and now, I think you saw Lucia earlier, she is pregnant now, but Sean never contacted her." Mrs. Marylin told me that Dario was Sean's good friend. He wished Dario could help him.

Like right now. “Back to our conversation,” he said brusquely. “How is everything going there? Are you getting enough sleep? Eating right? You’re not going to pubs every night, are you?” “If you’re afraid I’m going to get knocked up like Kate, don’t worry. I always use condoms.” Liam scowled. Kate was Mari’s younger sister, who had a one-night stand in Ireland with Liam’s cousin Lochlann. Kate and Lochlann now lived in Dublin with their daughter. Despite a rocky beginning, things had worked out for them.

Especially not my father’s wife. I walked out of the room, clenching my jaw as I bumped into none other than a man. “I’m sorry.’’ He let out, as he got out of my way. “MacGuire, right?’’ “Yes, Richard MacGuire.’’ He shook my hand. “Come on,’’ I let out, “Come tell me what my wife did!’’ Perhaps, it was time that I also went for a friend whom my wife truly despised. She wanted to play, she better be ready!

Well, she was so welcome in my family. "Sebastian, there's news you need to hear." Kenneth came in with a severe face because he wasn't joking or welcoming my marriage happily. I thought that what he wanted to say was urgent. "What?" "It's about your wife." He said. I frowned. "Yeah?" "Killian davenport is her friend. Her close friend." That fact blows at me. My facial muscles twitch, and my eyes twitch in distaste. "Tell me about it." ***

My mind spins as I try to process it all. Just a year ago I was a young, ambitious prosecutor focused solely on my career. And now here I am, married to Declan Shaughnessy, an Irish mafia boss, and pregnant with his child. I gently rest my hand over my still flat stomach, filled with a mixture of excitement and trepidation.