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Marigold replied with a sarcastic laughing emoji, followed by a stack of documents—Chester's years of bank transfers, the insurance policies he purchased, and a record of Florence transferring 300,000 dollars to the truck driver's wife under the guise of personal compensation. Marigold was the friend who had worked at a bank. These underhanded dealings didn't escape her scrutiny. The truth quickly hit me like a bucket of ice water. Marigold said to me, "Ivy, I've been waiting for you. If a man breaks your heart, come back to me. Let's spend our lives together." We had known each other for over two decades, and she often joked like that. Back then, I would laugh along and tease her, saying, "

He turned her around and kissed her passionately. Sasha's initial struggle faded as she felt the intensity of Ethan's kiss. Her mind was a whirlwind of confusion and emotions. She didn't want to feel anything for him, but her body betrayed her, responding to his touch. She pushed against him weakly, but his grip on her was firm, and her resistance melted away. Ethan broke the kiss and looked into her eyes. "You're mine, Sasha. No one else can have you," he said, his voice a mix of possessiveness and desperation.

CHAPTER 30: The Snake Inside Vincenzo’s Pov I just stood there after the kiss. It was so stupid. I kissed her in that dark hallway. I shouldn't have done that. I'm the Don, i don’t just kiss people whenever I feel like it. I’m the boss of everything but she was right there, and she looked so mad at me for showing her off at the party. I liked that she was mad. She didn’t look scared at all. She just looked angry. I pulled away and left fast before I did anything else totally dumb.

Finally, unable to resist any longer, she gave in to the overwhelming pull. In a surge of longing that had consumed him since their first meeting, Ivan closed the final gap between their lips, initiating a kiss that was both passionate and searing. At first, he treated her with delicate tenderness, cherishing her as if she were the most fragile treasure. He pressed his lips to hers, caressed them with his tongue, savoring the electrifying connection they shared. But as the kiss deepened, a primal desire surged within him, urging him to explore her more intensely.

Pulling me in without mercy. That kiss we shared. Technically, the worst kiss I’ve ever had. No rhythm, no finesse. And yet, it was perfect. She tasted so damn good, and I wanted more. I needed more. Even if it meant getting slapped again. Hell, I’d take a million slaps just for another taste of Sareena’s lips. Then it hits me. It was her first kiss. I fucked up. Bad.

Alex waved his hand between them like the explanation should be obvious. "You're the boss " he said. "I work for you." Jamie stayed silent. "That's a problem " Alex continued his voice rising. "A big problem." Jamie still didn't look concerned. If anything he seemed amused by Alex's anxiety. The calmness in his eyes made Alex more nervous. Jamie tilted his head slightly. "Did you hate it?" he asked. The question caught Alex off guard. "What?" "The kiss.” Jamie clarified, his tone quiet and steady. "Did you hate it?"

" In an instant, the crowd erupted in furious shouts. "Dr. Summer is the real victim! Who would want a husband like that?" "First loves are impossible to let go of. I'm all for Mr. Jenkins and Dr. Summer being together!" "Dr. Smith ignored his wife and blamed everyone else. Serves him right!" I had become the joke of the day. Thomas, who had been lying on the ground, stirred and looked at me with a smug smile.

To admit his flaws, to give explanations for his wrongdoings, in front of so many influential people — it was on another level. My heart melted. Tears escaped my eyes before I could stop them. Ryan came to me, pulled me into his arms, and kissed me. Not a peck, not a staged kiss for the cameras, but deep, passionate, consuming. His lips pressed against mine with urgency, with desperation, with a rawness that spoke of regret and longing. It was as though we poured all our emotions into that kiss — the years of silence, the pain, the love we had buried. For a moment, I believed there was hope. That maybe, just maybe, we could give ourselves another chance.

"OMG.....too shocked...he kissed me, no one will hear us he whispered I will be fast and quick, and it was an abandon class, no one comes here. He kissed me again, this time I kissed him back, hungrily but yet passionately, my arms wrapped around his neck as he pulled his head down, so he could deepen the kiss He sucked my lower lips. His hands start to move to my boobs covered my breasts, he groaned against my lips saying "moon, your boobs is so damn big, I like it"...... I bit my lips hard trying my best not to make any noise, he lifted my cloth up, pushing my bra to a side

It was like he knew every corner. My first kiss had been at a house party in middle school, where we played spin the bottle and I had to kiss my classmate Tucker who I liked, but every girl in our grade also liked. Let’s just say I went home with my face scratched by our grade’s mean girls. Hunter wasn’t my first kiss but It felt far more electrifying and placed Tucker’s kiss to shame. Despite my hatred for him, something pooled in my lower body.