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Gaby confessed, holding Thalia’s hands. “No. I was taking care of some Teca business, but now I’m here to spend the evening with you.” “Teca. Honestly. Teca is the worst mistress you will ever have, but when you return back home to me, I forget you cheated on me with her,” Gaby flirted, attempting to steal a kiss. “And I hate that I have to cheat on you with something you’ve always encouraged me to build,” Thalia said, growing closer with a sexy smirk.

The first dangerous thing Gemila did was dating a mafian boss and that also turned out to be her last. Azula made Gemila seat on a roll chair in a private room and asked her to wait just a minute. Gemila wasn't even resisting anymore. She came here to clear her mind so she would do just that. She had expected Azula to come back with a guy but was shocked when Azula returned with a well loaded chick.

She inched closer, her fingers idly tracing the contours of the gun barrel, an unsettling contrast to her composed demeanor. “To address your first question,” she began with a perverse smile, “yes, I am indeed Guila, the same Guila you once knew.” Her chuckle now held a touch of eerie glee. “But don’t entertain the notion that I’m some ethereal apparition. I’m very much alive, and I’ve never tasted the sweet embrace of death. The entire charade of my demise was nothing more than an elaborate gambit, meticulously crafted to ensnare not only Antonio but anyone unfortunate enough to be in his orbit, including…” Her gaze locked onto me, her expression unwavering, “…you.”

Chapter 43 A Liar. Sara Hewitt. "What happened next?" Glen's eyes shone in admiration as I told her the story of how I humbled Mrs. Lyla in her office. I shrugged and let out a huff of air, and with arrogance, I repeated my story. "You know... She was there, head bent over. Obviously crying..." I pointed out, glad that they were all listening attentively like loyal dogs. "Sage has finally shown her her place, and she was even trying to act all high and mighty around me." I chuckled, "She didn't stand a chance against me, you all should know that."

Camila The taste of cold lemonade filled my tastebuds as I gazed over the beach. It has only been a week since we've been in Italy, and it wasn't all that bad. Elijah wasn't a total scum as I thought, but I will never let my guard down. He's a Camorra, I never trust one, except Mira, you can't not trust Mira, she's one in a million and will most definitely fight for your trust.

"The smaller one has a poke mark on the right cheek. The large one has a tattoo on his belly." The man wrote the observations. "What kind of tattoo?" Gillian hesitated then she turned to Tita Chedeng. "Please, cover your ears," she whispered gently. When the older woman swathed her ears with the shawl, Gillian spoke evenly. "Slut slayer." After several hours of a very detailed testimony, Gillian was exhausted both mentally and physically. Tita Chedeng provided food and drinks but the emotional distress of going back to the dark hours was untreatable.

but I brushed him off, and hauled myself down. Tania followed right behind me. “I will depart soon after your luggage has been offloaded,” Gil informed me then he began to bring down my things from the back of the carriage. When he was done, he clasped his hands together and bade me farewell before returning to our pack in the carriage. Alas, I stood at the entrance of the gargantuan-sized house with Tania beside me. In the short span of ten seconds, three omegas darted out and bowed in deference to me.

Dante said coolly. "She's not Camellia. She's Gemma Gilbert, the third daughter of the Gilbert family here in Chapelhall."

Her hands pressed gently against Luciano, holding him off while she savored the desperate intensity in his eyes. Yet, her legs still spread apart kindly. Luciano instantly understood her intentions. He knelt before her and pushed his soft tongue inside, savoring the taste of her sweet body. Tanya screamed as her climax arrived, her opening moist and yielding. Luciano was already painfully hard. He slowly and firmly pushed himself in her, hearing her pant in satisfaction. Luciano pressed hard against her tummy. He crouched by her ear, gasping amid her shattered screams. "Has Padre ever been here, Madre?"

Matteo smirked, placing his arm around Tilly’s shoulder. Xavier folded his arms across his chest, watching every step she took. “You’re late,” he said the moment she reached them. He spared no greeting “I’m sorry—” Aveline panted. Tilly cut her off with a warm smile. “No need for that. I’m Tilly,” she said, extending her hand. “Xavier’s cousin.” Aveline accepted the handshake, regaining her composure. “Matteo,” he said, stepping forward, grasping her hand a little too eagerly. For a second, he just stared. Her skin glowed bronze under the morning sun; her doe eyes sparked curiosity, her curls falling over her face.