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I asked carefully. Mrs. Williams laughed, the sound light despite the heaviness of the moment. “No. At least, I don’t think so. I only ever loved my Desmond.” She squeezed Bella’s hand, her eyes glistening with affection. I hesitated for a moment, watching the warmth in her face. Then I said it. “What if I told you Western killed your husband and Bella’s twin sister and tried to kill Bella too?” The warmth drained from her expression, replaced by shock. “That’s not possible,” she whispered. “Western adored Desmond like a brother. He wouldn’t...”

Everything about this place screamed wealth and power, a sharp contrast to the simplicity of her life at home. Her hands trembled as she clutched her purse tightly. She’d agreed to this meeting out of duty, but she couldn’t shake the unease that settled in her chest. Who was Adrian Blackwood, really? And why would a man like him—a billionaire—want a stranger like her as his wife? “This way, Miss Bennett,” the butler said, his voice polite but distant.

It was Maltida turn to choke on her own drink. "Dominic Winfrey!" She exclaimed while Laila lips parted. "Demonic?" Chantel frowned hearing her wrong. "No.. Do..mi..nic" Maltida called slowly. "The most hottest billionaire in New York. Gosh girl you're so lucky" Laila said. "Lucky my ass.. I feel like squeezing the life out of him. I heard there's a news about him being a gay, that's why he wants to get married and I'm not going to be his shield" Chantel smirked staring into space.

Emily replied Emma's question making sure she answered them all. "That's alright, it's such a nice and huge building, what is the name of the boss?" Emma asked. "You mean you don't know who owns E&M Corporation?" Emily asked Emma. "Yes, I don't know and that's why I asked you." Emma said a little angry about Emily's question. "Well, it seems you're new to town because the boss is a powerful and wealthy billionaire that is very popular in this city." Emily mouthed as she let her last word trail.

Daisy felt frightened by her look, she stuttered "I-i" no words could leave her mouth "How can you cook and give an outsider to feed your husband? Are you selling your rights to her or you just don't want the husband you married? " Daisy's eyes fall on the man on the bed, she is utterly speechless and doesn't know how to respond to her. " And you! " Grandma Calliope turns back to Britney, "Don't you feel any shame accepting to take care of a married man? And in his bedroom at that? "

Then a man's voice boomed, "How can we settle for two million? After all the effort I put in, they think two million will shut us up? Do you know how much five million is to them? Their family wouldn't blink at spending billions. Five million is pocket change. I bet, to protect their reputation, that woman won't hesitate. And if she does, we'll make a big scene. Ruin her career, and they will definitely pay up!" The woman, trembling, replied, "Keep your voice down. Aren't they sisters? Why are they fighting like this? The Whitmore heiress looks scary. Will she really give us the money? What if she denies everything when it comes out?" There was a moment of silence in the room before the man

Her voice rose to its peak upon hearing him and seeing the uniform. "You got married to me, dammit, you got fucking married to me, and now you want me to be your maid." "Don't forget just because of my dad you've become rich; he made you CEO; you didn't even deserve to be the butler of my home." He smirked hearing her words. Adwitiya Mishra, and her arrogance and attitude, were always on the next level. "Keep it here and continue with your work," he said to the other maid. She nodded, kept the uniform there, and went to do her work.

Her eyes stung with tears. "That's enough." Asher finally placed the tablet on the table. "So you didn't push my wife down the stairs?" Clara and Emma nodded. "She pushed herself, Mr Reed "That's a lie. Because I have evidence." Mr Reed words instantly made Abigails dull and lightless eyes brighten up.

“For five whole years, we lived under the same roof. We were husband and wife, and I know you better than anyone. For five years, I monitored every cent that entered your bank account.” A cruel smile appeared on his face. “And not once did your balance exceed fifteen hundred dollars. In fact, the only reason it ever reached that amount was because I was the one sending money to you.” Several people gasped. Richard folded his arms and looked at her with undisguised scorn. “You are poor, Bianca.” “You are broke. You are wretched.” Then he delivered the question everyone was waiting for. “So tell me... How does a woman as poor and miserable as you suddenly come up with one point five billion do

I did. A fake one, stretched just enough to please the cameras, not enough to reach my eyes. Without another word, he turned, rolling himself forward. I followed beside him, each step careful. Together, we moved past the doors of Valemont Hall. A couple stepped forward almost immediately after we entered the hall filled with people. “You must be Liana Dakota,” the lady said. “I’ve heard so much about you. You’re stunning in person.” “Truly,” the man next to her which I assume was her husband added. “Logan’s a lucky man.”