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said mr Wright with an angry and daw expression . " Honey..... " said madam Wright with a sad expression and touched his shoulders . " Just for your information , I wore a condom . " said Damian with a smirk then walked ahead . " He he he he ! Do you think I don't know your level of IQ ? I took measures beforehand . " said master Wright with a smirk . " What do you mean ? " said Damian confused . " I made sure that all the condoms inside the hotel were sabotaged . At least I did a good job with that . If you have raped her in such a wild way the way you said it , she must have definitely gotten pregnant . " said mr Wright with a smirk .

’ Logan asked, his frustration evident. The clerk, recognising Logan’s distress, sighed before reluctantly diving into the bureaucratic abyss. ‘According to our records, you were married years ago.’ Logan’s eyes widened, his mind racing to make sense of a marriage he couldn’t remember. ‘I don’t have any recollection of being married before,’ he insisted. The clerk, empathetic to the confusion, suggested, ‘Let’s investigate further. Maybe there’s a mistake.’ As they delved into old records, the clerk dropped another bombshell. ‘You registered for marriage online with Sirena Barrett six years ago.’

Why am I always finding Mr Wrong? Surely I have dated them all - skinny boys, fat boys, still live with their mummy boys, sorry I can't stay boys and it's not you, it's me boys. When will I ever learn? And what is that damn smell? I quickly smell under my arm and then cup my hand and breathe into it, then smell. That smell would be me - holy shit. It's horrific, it's like something actually crawled into my mouth and died. How glamorous is my life?

"Signora, calm down. Where are you? What is your location?" "I... I don't know!" I screamed, looking around the windowless room in a panic. The names of the streets Raquel had taken me down evaporated from my memory, wiped clean by the adrenaline. "Rome! I'm in Rome, in a club! It’s near the center, it has a red light on the door, it’s hidden—" The pounding on the door reached a deafening crescendo. I heard the sharp, terrifying sound of metal snapping. The top hinge of the door gave way, tilting the wood inward.

" she exclaimed. Mark finally snapped out of it. He looked at me with regret and pain in his eyes. "Summer, I made a mistake. I really did. Only now did I realize how ridiculous that test report was back then. If… if I hadn't broken off the engagement, then…" he said. "Then what?" I asked, interrupting him. "Then I'd be the one to give birth to a sick child? "Don't you get it, Mark? It doesn't matter whose genes are better. The problem is that you're simply a scum. You're selfish, vain, and cowardly. Even if my genes were defective, someone who loves me wouldn't have dumped me for that," I said.

"You just have to know it's not your fault. And that you have proof." I looked at the two confirmations again, the numbers steady and unambiguous in a way nothing else about tonight had been, and understood, with a clarity that made my stomach drop all over again, that Friday's deadline wasn't actually the real problem anymore. The real problem was figuring out exactly what Maevra had done with my money — and why.

The door slammed shut with a heavy bang, followed immediately by the sharp clink of iron locks falling into place. The three of us stood there silently, staring at one another. None of us had the mood to admire the luxury of Princess Shirley's estate. Bryson was the first to break down. He collapsed onto the floor, clutching his head as he let out a miserable howl. "This is a curse! A complete curse! "In the first life, I got greedy. I wanted to marry the princess and rise to the top in one step. What did I get?

Even though the bucket in the corner was empty, but the whole place reeked of bad body odour, shit, piss, sweat, and disease. I put myself between the two wolves and the exit. For my own sanity, I wanted to take them out of the cell and bring them up to the mansion - the stench in the cell made my eyes water - but I decided against it. I did not know what the two would reveal, and I did not want to come back down here if I could help it. “What’s killing you?” I asked Dexter Maree. “I have blood cancer. Very rare.” “Hm,” I said. “I knew a wolf that had it. Bad way to go.”

Everyone else came and congratulated us. "I still owe you a ring Millie Mouse since you stole my chance to propose," Hayden said. "Yeap, I win," I smirked. I didn't care about the ring or anything else. All I wanted was the guy of my dreams, and he was standing right in front of me. His pale blue eyes were gazing into mine. I encircled my arms around his neck and got lost in his kiss. ___ end ___ Thank you everyone for reading The Wrong Brother! Please be sure to check out my other stories in this platform:

"Because I'm not going to let her win. I'm not going to let any of them win." "Right." I laugh, but there's no humor in it. "Elena made a mistake today. A big one."