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Killian’s fingers pressed into the side of my back and my attention came back to them. “Aria, how have you been? It's been quite a while," Killian asked to the girl beside the couple. I furrowed my eyebrows as I assessed the girl. Aria McIntyre, adopted daughter of the McIntyres. Aria was always kept in the shadows of the mafia business. She was the exact definition of what a mafia man would want for a wife. “I'm all good. I didn't know you'd gotten married," She said “Yes, meet my wife, Evelyn Karamazov. Evelyn, meet Aria. A childhood friend," Killian introduced.

“Mr. Michael was a great guy. I saw him on a few video chats always teasing Mik and asking me about my competitions. He sponsored me twice even when I refused. So when he died it hit me hard too. I was worried about Mik. Her mother wasn’t.... a mother. If you understand what I’m saying. She wasn’t like ours. She broke Mik’s confidence and self-esteem down during her time of grieving. She became all the more mean and vindictive when Mr. Michael left everything to Mik and placed her on a monthly allowance until her death or remarries. I think it was greed or spite when she arranged the marriage between her family and the Heaths. I thought so but Mik saw it as an escape and agreed. That was whe

It would ruin both their reputations, and her reputation was already in the toilet. “Conner you could make it. I heard about that you had an unfortunate delay. Is this your new wife? Your travels brought something good, at least. Will you introduce us?” Jonathon Rathburn stood there with a welcoming smile on his face as he greeted his guests. Merina turned toward him and tried to smile. “Merina MacGregor, you married Conner?” “I’m afraid I did.” Merina said. Her eyes shifted to Conner as she continued to speak. “I saw no other option given to me.” Her voice flattened as she spoke her last words. Conner frowned at her for revealing that, and Jonathon’s eyebrows rose in surprise.

Her baby… Just then the cameraman signaled that they were ready to go with the first interview, and Cassandra gathered up her stuff and hurried down to the pitch. By the time they were onto the last interview with one of the Ireland players, she was feeling exhausted. Cassandra glanced up and her stomach contracted painfully when she saw who it was. Conor Donohoe, one of her late husband’s partners in crime. He was a huge, intimidating presence, one of the biggest players on the team. Like Brian, he, too, was married, but that hadn’t stopped his own libertinism.

Seamus roared furiously and grabbed a fistful of Laura's hair, smashing her into the wall. “You bitch! You killed my mother and brother!” Kevin realized the diversionary tactics were working well, so he quickly added, “Also, she killed your wife's baby!” Seamus stopped. “My wife's baby? What baby?” “Your wife was pregnant, but Laura killed the baby with some medicine before she could even tell you!”

Seamus hesitated, glanced back at me, and then said softly: “Her husband has deep connections in the federal government. We in the Mafia need political support, so we can’t lose hers.” If I didn’t know the truth,I might have believed him. But I already knew the truth, and in that moment I understood with a strange, crushing clarity that it was all over—completely and irrevocably so. He didn’t come home that night, which didn’t surprise me in the least, because I had already seen Pera’s post on Instagram, praising how considerate Seamus was for staying by her side all night over nothing more than a slight cold.

“Kieran Abner’s wife is pretty arrogant. She actually mocked us! If I ever get my hands on her, I’m going to ruin her!” Melecio suddenly thought of something. “Do you really want to have some fun with Kieran Abner’s wife?”

she said firmly. "What about me, Emma? What am I supposed to do if you leave?" Keegan's eyes were brimming with grievance. Emma frowned at his words. "Keegan, what do you mean by that?" "Emma, I have feelings for you. Can't you tell?" Keegan's eyes welled up with tears. "I'm married, and I only see you as a colleague," she said seriously. A flash of mockery crossed his face. "A colleague?" He continued, "Emma, who would be so available to a colleague? Who would do everything a couple is supposed to do with a colleague? Who would keep ditching her man for a colleague? Answer me, Emma. Do you really just see me as a colleague?"

Could this possibly be his mother? I had read when I was preparing for the interview that Mrs. McKinnon died of cancer or something, I don't quite remember now, after which Mr. Ryan McKinnon remarried someone named Cecilia Smith two years later who was his present wife and Liam's stepmother. There's hardly any mention about Liam having any half-brother or sister so maybe there was no child from the second marriage. If this was his mother in the picture then it was clear that Liam misses his mother. I felt a pang of sympathy for him as I stared at the picture which has probably captured one of the happiest moments of his life, something that he cherishes.

“Yes, I’ve got nothing important to attend to this morning.” Saoirse got up from her chair and walked towards Arianne. She then reached out her fair-looking hand and smiled gently. “How do you do, Ms. Wynn? My name is Saoirse McKinsey.” Saoirse was obviously hinting “I know that you and Mark are already divorced” when she addressed Arianne as “Ms. Wynn”. However, Arianne’s face immediately turned pale when she realized that Saoirse had the exact same rose scent on her as Mark’s. ‘It seems that Shelly was telling the truth. Saoirse has definitely become Mark’s woman.’