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The Key is not working. Edwin turned and looked at the lady with an intense face, "The key is wrong." Lady felt surprised and asked him to give the key back. Edwin did that and she glanced at the key. She soon realized he is right. She is trying the wrong key the whole time. "Oh! So sorry, dear! You are right. The key is misplaced." After apologizing, she looked at another key in the key ring. She chooses another one to match the past. "Here is it." She showed the right key.

With a great sigh, she began, "Your mother saved the life of the wrong man. He was part of the mafia, with generations of enemies. He cheated his Don, which led to the attack on your family. Your mother and brother burned to death. I don't know how you managed to survive, while that man is having the time of his life on a secret island!" As she listened, her face turned green with anger. She always thought her father died in her childhood. So this was the reality?! Elsie blinked away the tears and sniffed, "Why are you telling me this, Auntie?" "So you won't make the same mistake as your mother and fall for the wrong man," explained Rina in a soft tone. She did not like hurting her niece; ho

She was right. She was right. She was the kind of woman who was right about the man. She was the kind of woman who was right about the man the way women are right about the men when the women are the kind of women who are right about the men. She was right. She was right in March. She was right in March three years ago. She was right in March the way Lena was right in March the way Lena was right the way Lena was right about the things Lena was right about. I open the journal again. I read another small page. The small page is from the small journal. The small page says:

She stood in the corridor and let the information settle. If Declan had not used his own code, then someone had framed him. And if someone had framed him, then everything she had assumed about his role in the transit authorization was wrong. The months she had spent calculating his moves, reading his motives, mapping his decisions, she had been reading the actions of a man she believed was in control of them. But a framed man was not in control. A framed man was being managed by someone else. She hated that this mattered to her. She had worked very hard to reach a point where Declan Shaw's guilt or innocence was a business calculation and nothing more.

"If I ever see that wretched woman again, I'll make her pay. I'll make her apologize to you! Alright, alright. Don't cry. You can't let this affect the baby." I remembered that Martha had an incomplete uterine septum, a congenital defect that made pregnancy difficult and miscarriage likely. She had once been deeply ashamed of it, even hiding it from her own family. But to cover up her crimes, she had told everyone that I was the one who had injured her. Now, I finally understood. Out of sheer jealousy, she had stolen my healthy uterus. I shook my head furiously, screaming the truth over and over again. But no one heard me. No one responded.

Amusement flickered briefly in his eyes at her newfound confidence. A faint smile tugged at his lips, before disappearing just as quickly. Then they stepped into the hall. And suddenly… all attention shifted to them. Devon released her hand from his arm and went off to discuss business. The whispers spread quickly across the hall. “Is that Mr. Russell’s rumored wife?” someone asked. “She’s really beautiful. Mr. Russell has good taste,” another commented. “But look—she’s not wearing a ring,” a lady snickered. Karina instinctively moved her purse to cover her hand.

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:

When I finally turned off the tap and glanced to my side, my eyes momentarily locked onto a woman standing next to me. She was wearing a body hugging black dress, and black heels in which I could break my neck on any good day.My eyes moved further up. She was reapplying lipstick. I quickly averted my gaze, not wanting to be caught staring. Why does my luck have to be like dog shit? The woman was Brooks’ ex-wife whom Zazu almost made bald during their catfight at the auction party. Though from what I have heard it was the ex-wife who shamelessly started the fight with Zazu for a man she already discarded. Zazu had every right to peel the skin of ex-wife’s face when she found them in Brook’s b

Alessia remained frozen in place, bewildered by the chaotic scene unfolding around her. She couldn’t comprehend why people lacked a sense of right and wrong. Did Karen not know her husband had been involved with other women? Was she deluding herself? Alessia tried to distance herself from the situation, reminding herself that it had nothing to do with her. She was simply furious because she was being bullied, especially after enduring s*xual harassment from Karen’s husband. ‘Why don’t you dodge the eggs, Alessia?’ Wilda shouted, noticing Alessia’s immobility.