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She's, after all, a well-known warrior. Straightening up my back and keeping calm, I asked, "Glenda… She's a respected warrior from the kingdom, looked up to by every woman and valued by the royal family’s safety forces. Will she be willing to marry you without any title?" “Without a title? Of course, she’ll be my legal wife and Luna, just like you. You and her will be equal in everything, standing side by side in handling our pack’s affairs. Legal? Same as me? I sneered in utter disbelief. “The same? Do you really think making things legal won’t change the fact that she’s a mistress?”

Everything swirls and I lean on King Harvey to breathe. “It is so nice to be loved, isn’t it? Werewolf husbands are very loving.” The King of the East’s wife says. Her yellow flowing dress gives her away. She offers a manicured green taloned hand at me, and I bow my head as I shake her hand. She smiles. “Y-yes, King Harvey is very, very…excellent.” The words escape me as my fears swallow me. The King of the East claps King Harvey on the shoulder and grins truly. “Come, come, let us talk of our last war!”

“You’re right, you useless shit. This is my turf! My husband is king in Golden Edge, which makes me a queen! I can crush you whenever I want!” The woman was blindly confident and arrogant. Even the other shoppers believed she was stepping over the line but no one argued with her. Golden Edge was bought out with three billion a while back but not by any famous and wealthy family. Since Vilma’s husband, Jim, was the general manager of the mall, albeit just an employee of some sort, he was also a powerful person, at least in the mall’s premises. It was the reason why Vilma was so arrogant.

I spoke firmly, even though I was already at the verge of breaking down. "Me, Esmeralda. I am the legal wife of Killian and the only one who can give out rules on his wife. Get that straight in your brain..." the woman bragged, her eyes glinting with victory since the Thorne didn't bother to interfere. What does she have on him? No one should speak so impolitely. Not when you've not been a year old in your husband's home. "Why..." "She is right, Esmeralda.” Thorne cut in.

She was dress in a white sequin gown with slashes of yellow-gold, a color that reflected the champagne she held in her long fingers. “Hello, Grandmother,” I greeted as I reached the top of the steps. David stood behind me, not saying anything. “Are you deaf as well as stupid?” Eleanor sneered. “No matter how much you beg, my son will never take you back, you whore.” “A whore!?” I echoed, flabbergasted. “Why am I the whore, when I have only ever been a faithful wife? If anyone is a whore here, it’s his new wife.”

I tell him. He laughs. “Don’t worry we don’t got beef. I just wanted to thank you.” He speaks. “What the fuck for?” I ask him. He smiles. “For keeping my wife happy.” He says before taking a sip of his whiskey. “Who the fuck is your wife?” I frown. I don’t know what the fuck this dude’s problem is but he better fuck the hell off before I bust his teeth in. “Sadie, Sadie Golding or as she goes now Sadie Wilde. She has got nothing but good things to say about you.” He says with a chuckle.

Angela Romero-Fernan is an ideal wife. A perfect Type-A wife to be exact. A loving wife to her husband Sebastian Fernan. A caring mother to their only son Thomas Romero Fernan. Angela also fulfills the duty of a CEO on their own family business. You see, she is the perfect ideal wife any man could wish for. But her husband Sebastian saw all those things from a different perspective. And indeed up cheating on her perfect wife Angela. And now shady things happened that their perfect marriage is at risk.

The gold wedding band he still wore even though his wife had died a decade ago. "Now then," he said, pulling out a folder. "I wanted to discuss some routine matters regarding your parents' estate. There are a few accounts that need attention, and—" "Mr. Whitmore," I interrupted. "Are you still searching for my grandfather's will?" His eyebrows rose. "I am. Why do you ask?" "Because I want to help you find it." He set down the folder, studying me with that penetrating gaze. "Seraphine, we've been searching for fifteen years. Every lawyer my firm employed has combed through your grandfather's properties, his records, his personal effects. If it exists, it's hidden somewhere very clever."

I tell her. She frowns. “What’s up…” “I need Simone Wells. David’s brother wants to hire someone to be his Fiancée until he gets his promotion…" I explain. Her frown deepens. “And you’re sure Simone could, do it?” she asks. “She’s one of the only women we have that could pass as a doctor’s wife…” I remind her. “Rather send in. Quinn Daily.” She says. I bite my lip. Quinn was gorgeous, long blonde locks, sea blue eyes her entire face was made to be a model. The only problem we had with her was that her clients always fell in love with the role she played.

“Only heard of his ex wife, he once had a wife and that was a past.” She shrugged apathetically. “Fortunately I'm still the only one he loves.” “Maybe?” “Tell me, did he pay you to pretend to be his wife? I know Richard would do anything to have me back, just tell me the truth darling. I promise I'm not going to tell a soul.” Charlene stifled the urge to laugh. She noticed that Henrietta was trying not to break down but her voice was about to fail her. “Pay me? That's ludicrous.”