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Olivia asked with a rather curt tone that made the two people burst into laughter. "Oh, come on, GR," the second assistant replied. "We were just talking about the widower who married a virgin. Not talking about you," she continued, still chuckling. "Why am I so curious, I wonder how it feels?" The first assistant patted the second assistant's back quite hard, creating a sound that made Olivia wince. "Hush, don't imagine someone else's husband. It's a sin," she reminded gently.

Losing both would be a living hell for her. Lynne nodded and replied, “That’s fair. Everything she owns comes from our family. It’s only right that we take them back. “Come back with me. After what happened today, I can’t stand the thought of you being out here on your own.” I looked up at Lynne, her slender frame somehow giving me strength. “I’ll go home with you, Lynne.” On the bright side, Lady Luck smiled down on me. At least, I had the support of family when I faced the betrayal of love. I was able to find strength during these trying times. Perhaps that was the power of blood ties.

After the article was published, it sparked a huge reaction. In just two hours, it was shared over 10,000 times. More importantly, the comments section shifted. "After reading this article, I take back what I said before. Claire isn't a gold digger. She's exceptional on her own." "This is what true female independence looks like! Not depending on anyone!" "Marcus must have been blind to let go of a woman like this." Soon after, my clients and business partners started speaking up on social media.

The first wife was probably entirely impossible to live with. "And the terrifying part is, people will eagerly believe it," I murmured. Not because it possessed a single shred of clinical truth, but because a predictable scandal was always easier for high society to swallow than systemic financial fraud. Thelma's eyes filled with tears once more. "I am so, so sorry, Elena."

Three months ago, my husband, Second Lieutenant Daniel Hawthorne, and his older brother, Thomas, were deployed to the front. A month later, only Daniel came back. Thomas was dead. In a time like this—when cities burned overnight and lives disappeared without warning—a widow had no ground to stand on. Eleanor, Thomas’s wife, unraveled quickly. She cried until her voice broke, starved herself, wandered at night as if hoping the war might take her too. She tried to end her life.

We simply corrupted their servers by adding a virus to it, making it look like a simple network error, and escaped back out into the cold air of the city, carrying only the terrifying understanding that The Widow’s reach extended beyond power, beyond control, it extended deep into the bone marrow of our lives. She was rewriting history, and we were the characters she intended to erase. The feeling of being so carefully studied and watched, I mean, it was a violation far worse than any bomb. It meant she knew exactly where to strike next and that's what kills me the most. Bloody hell!

Adaeze commanded. Sarka. The Widow had a name. It sounded like the snapping of a dry twig. "The Librarian of the Ruined Temple," the Widow hissed, her faceless obsidian head tilting. "You have grown old in your cave, Adaeze. You still cling to the Moon as if she hasn't already turned her back on us." "The Moon doesn't turn," Adaeze replied, her voice like granite. "Wolves just forget how to look up."

Evangeline's Pov "She was holding up remarkably well." "Poor thing. So young to be a widow." "I heard she got his shares now." The whispers followed me like flies, and I let them because that’s what widows did. We floated through rooms in black dresses and let people say whatever they needed to say to make themselves feel better about death.

How do you find the story so far? I hope you're enjoying it. Mrs. M is the third book in Love For The Wicked Series. 1|Devin 2|Evan 3|Mrs. Martinelli, The Perfect Mafia Wife. My other completed books. ~Dangerous Desire Series~ 1|Falling For My Husband 2|A Game With No Rules Promise Me Jake ~ Teen Romance [A sad love story.] HellBound: The Last Tribute ~ Fantasy/Mystery Romance All of my books are stand-alone. But following the series order would be the best way to read Love For The Wicked and Dangerous Desire.

Ajeng immediately turned around and stared at Nadia with one eyebrow raised. She stared in disbelief at the girl who had just graduated from college last year. "What does my staying here have to do with a widow? How could you graduate from college if you have no manners?" Suddenly, Ajeng felt annoyed with the flirtatious girl who was now clinging affectionately to Evan's arm. For some reason, she felt unwilling. Her eyes unconsciously stared at that hand. "What the hell? Aren't you ashamed to stay at the house of a married man? You're just a horny widow." Nadia stared at her with a sardonic face.