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I apologized. “No. I am not angry my dear. We understand how you are feeling but this is fate” She started. “Some marriages are arranged but they end up with love. Can’t you see me and your father?” Oh that story! We found it boring. Annabelle and I wished our love stories to be full of adventures – maybe that was why God gave me the world best man to marry, the dark lord!

“So, when’s the next bonfire, lover boy?” Ethan laughed. “Yeah, maybe we’ll bring popcorn this time. Bleachers make great seats for—” Connor shoved him, trying not to smile. “Shut up.” Liam grinned. “Aw, come on, man. You’re different lately. Softer. Next thing you know, you’ll be writing poetry.” Connor rolled his eyes, but the corners of his mouth betrayed him. “You guys are idiots.” “Idiots who saw that look on your face,” Liam said. “Don’t even try to deny it.”

I just knew that I felt a spark, a connection, and I wanted to get to know you better. His face looks like it's carved from stone, and I don't understand why he's so angry with me. "You suddenly hate me because of my last name?" I ask, frowning, a tear slipping down my cheek. "I thought you were a better person than that, Connor." Connor reaches out and grabs my chin, tilting my face up. His fingers dig into my skin as he says, "Save your fake tears. Now tell me when you discovered who I was — that my real name is Connor Mennetti."

“I am not, I am threatened if you will kill him. Life is beautiful for you to get—“ “Kill?! If I want to kill him…. I did it before he stepped on this building. I moved-on from the heartbreak he did…. What I want is to see him suffering too. That what’s matter the most for me, and search for his wife and daughter.” Connor’s anger sank down on the sole of his feet. “T-Then what will you do?” he stutteringly asked him. “I will take them and simply watch him suffer from his negligence.”

"That Jerk!" Thew anger that filled me on hearing her mate, Seth, someone who was supposed to love and treasure her was hell bent on killing her inside was so overwhelming. I wihshed i could do something, but Connor rudely reminded me that i was indeed helpless and could do nothing but watch him kill my friend. Connor suggested we go to his Father’s rich cabin. The banter between Connor and i succesfully took Naomi’s mind off her issues, bujt i couldnt stand him. I hated him but i could only tolerate him because of Naomi.

"Regardless of our packs’ enmity, I married her because she’s my woman. My mate." Mate? The word hit me like a slap. I almost choked on air. Was that a lie? I turned to him, searching for any flicker of deceit. But his expression was unshaken, utterly sincere. Veronica froze. Her eyes widened, lips parting in visible shock. "So stop trying to put her down," Vladimir continued firmly, "because she’s my mate." His tone left no room for argument. Veronica’s gaze darted to me, disbelief written all over her face. "This is a lie, right? You two aren’t actually—"

"Why are you still trying to get close to my son?" I pretended not to hear him and waited for Connor. When he arrived, he looked utterly drained. His eyes were bloodshot, and when he saw me, his mouth opened slightly, but no words came out. I looked at him calmly. "Connor, do you have anything to say? To your dad? To my mom?" He flinched. "I was wrong–" But nothing more followed. I stepped closer. "Can I take a look at it? The thing that made you so full of hate and convinced you of something that never even happened?"

He couldn't let the reputation he'd built over a lifetime crumble like this. Kate was Kate, and he was himself. They weren't the same people. Kate's malice could be blamed on his failure as a parent, but if his misdeeds were exposed… No! The Snider and Ravelle families had gone too far. To keep tolerating this would be pure cowardice! Connor took a harsh drag of his cigarette, saying hoarsely, "Tomorrow, I'll arrange for you to meet with Sawyer."

"Mom," Connor suddenly asked, "do you hate Dad?" I was eating when he asked the question, and my hand stopped moving. "I used to," I answered honestly, "but not anymore." "Why?" "Hating someone takes up too much energy," I said as I poured him a drink. "I have you, my career, and my freedom. I don't have time to hate someone unimportant." Connor nodded as if he understood what I said. We enjoyed hot food inside while the city lights sparkled brightly in the night outside. The city stayed as glamorous yet as cold as ever as life continued each and every day.

Connor said as he turned me around and kissed me hard with hunger. "Maybe tonight, Aaron has Mark, so," I said as I looked up into Connors sky blue eyes. "I don't like the fact of Aaron having Mark; we need to do something about that and quickly. I wish Aaron were one of those deadbeat fathers who never showed their faces around their children. That would make things so much easier," Connor said as he bent down and kissed my forehead. "After everything that has happened, I somewhat wish that as well, but Aaron is his father. Aaron adores Mark, so I don't see him hurting Mark in any way," I spouted the half-truth that I'm no longer confident in believing.