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I was shocked to see Lily standing in the winery alone. I peered to have a glimpse of what she was doing and that's when I realized what she planned to do. How dare she plan on killing a whole lot of people? Was this her revenge? If she pulled through, then there was no difference between her and Smithson or My father. I left the winery and went into the halls in search of the winemaker or Winston. I found the winemaker first, so I called him aside. “There is a lady at the winery at the moment. No matter what happens, words must not get out of what is about to transpire between you and her.” I paused to check if he was following my orders.

" With a single sentence, my mate dismissed every sacrifice I had made for this household. He was tired of me, yet he still craved my cooking. No—because he thought I was the cheapest maid. A bitter laugh slipped past my lips as I pressed the pen down and signed my name. After Lucas left, I went to meet Ms. Murphy. On my way, I ran into Amy, who was watering the flowers in front of her house. She greeted me with her usual cheerfulness. "Mrs. Howl, did you and Mr. Howl fight? He stormed out this morning, looking furious. He'd even asked me for a sandwich."

Every head turned as we entered. I felt their eyes like physical touches—assessing, curious, hostile. The mystery wife. The nobody. The gold-digger. Adrian navigated the room with the ease of a king, exchanging terse greetings, introducing me with a curt, “My wife, Elera.” I smiled until my cheeks ached, my hand clenched around the stem of a champagne flute I had no intention of drinking. Then, I felt the atmosphere shift. A ripple moved through the crowd near the entrance, a subtle parting of the sea. The murmurs changed, became sharper, more interested.

She said nothing but just picked up the wineglass and took a gentle sip. She then looked at Jared again with a faint smile in her eyes, raising her glass to make a toast to him. "I like the taste of this wine," she said softly, but her interest was apparent. After all, it was twenty-thousand-Esperian-dollar red wine. It tasted slightly astringent at first but quickly turned sweet in the mouth. The extremely full-bodied taste made Nicole squint slightly.

She felt his fingers teasing the clit as he ran his finger up and down her hole. "Killian," she whimpered as she tried to push him off. Killian pulled her closer with a rough jerk and slapped her womanhood. "Oh, you’re so wet, Schmetterling, yet you’re pretending to hate this?" Rara turned her head to look up at him. There was raw amusement in his voice. “A wife should know how to satisfy her husband.”

Just enough. Elena pushed the contract towards him. “My mother first.” “Tonight,” he said. “And I’m not your toy.” His gaze lifted to hers. Dark. Steady. Close enough now that she could see a faint scar cutting through one eyebrow. “No,” he said. “You’re my wife.” The word hit harder than it should have. Wife. Her pulse stumbled. Adrian held out his hand, then paused. “May I?” The question was quiet. Almost private.

Suddenly, my voice was swift and soft as I collected the papers from her. I gave a single and a loud clap. In minutes, all the workers in the mansion fell out. They stood in a straight line with their hands crossed in front of them. “Mrs Blackwood!” I announced and they all bowed in greetings. “Do what is necessary and make sure that she is treated like I’m treated.” I ordered, and they nodded. I had five workers: the chef, the cleaner, the gardener, the driver and their director. I pulled my beloved wife from their sight, “The court wedding is tomorrow and after then, I’ll send my lawyers to clear and settle all the issues with the debt.” I smiled, trying to get comfortable with the new dev

I bellowed. "Representatives from the International Vineyards & Wineries Association are on their way. You can kiss that fan meeting goodbye. From now on, I am the only person who can authorize entry to this estate." The crowd fell silent. The riot dissolved into uneasy murmurs as people began whispering among themselves. "Guys, he sounds convincing for a fraud, doesn't he? He acts different from the rest of us. He feels like… actual old money." "But the estate can't really be his, can it? What about that livestream announcement? Was it just a marketing stunt?"

Holding a wine glass, Winter moved gracefully among the crowd with Julian, displaying the demeanor of a well-bred lady. Xavier also attended today. Although things had been tense between him and Winter before, the young couple had not seen each other for months. When they met again, sparks flew. They appeared harmonious on the surface, which pleased both families.

Outside the competition area, there were discussions among the aristocratic women. "Do you see her? Isn't that Mrs. Quigley? I heard she answered eight questions in a row correctly." "Yes, she answered eight questions in a row correctly in the second area. She's amazing," a woman in purple replied. "It's no surprise that she's amazing. After all, her husband is James Quigley, the champion of the wine-tasting competition eight years ago. Mrs. Quigley must have been taught a lot of knowledge." "That's right. It must be nice to have such a capable husband. I think Mrs. Quigley is very likely to make it to the top three."