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"You said you were going to my house to drop something off last time I went out, but when I came home, I found one condom missing. My wife refused to admit it and said I remembered wrong. I even started doubting myself. Tell me. Was it you?" Randy knocked the man's hand away, then looked at me viciously. "You want to convict me with one video? I wasn't the one who started it in that video. Your wife was the one who threw herself into my arms. Couldn't you see that? Or are you just too scared to admit that your wife cheated on you? Too scared to admit you lost to me?"

You must be kidding or blind. She whipped out her tablet and tapped open a video. There he was, Marvin, the star of the show, tangled up with a bevy of women. That Marvin was a far cry from his usual straight-laced image; he was nothing but a lowlife, a complete sleazeball. "I just wanted to see what made this cheater so special that you'd cheat on my son. And what do I find? This piece of garbage. It's sickening." The moment Rebecca laid eyes on that video, she froze.

“You think that was about control.” “I think it was about perception,” I replied. “And you didn’t think past the moment.” His jaw tightened. “Explain.” I crossed my arms too, mirroring him without meaning to. “Yes,” I said, voice steady even though my pulse wasn’t. “Not because anyone was standing there with popcorn. Because rumors spread.” His eyes narrowed. “You think it’ll become a story.” “It already has,” I said. “By tomorrow it won’t be ‘a woman tried it.’ It’ll be ‘Damien Lockewood had to step in because Tanya couldn’t handle it.’”

Maybe, go to a resort or a beach. I don't specifically like travelling. It's making me nauseous. "We're here." He parked the car and went out to open the door for me. He doesn't need to do that. "What are we watching?" I don't like romance. Comedy is better or action. "A mystery film." Mystery, huh? That's also good. "Wait me here, I'll just a buy us a food." "I can go with you." "I'll be fine, just wait me here." Stubborn.

I gave him a nod signaling him to tell mom the truth. "Mom. . . t-there's something I need to t-tell you," he shuddered. "What is it honey," she said looking puzzled. "You're gonna want to sit down," I said. She dropped her purse on the floor and came to sit next to me on the couch. "Well, I'm waiting," she said. "Uh, you remember Hailee right, Vanessa's friend?" he replied. "Yeah, what about her?" "Um, me and her. . .we've been having. . .s-sex," he muttered.

Damien leaned forward, voice low and steady, the coach’s authority wrapped around something fiercer, more personal. “We’re winning,” Damien said, eyes locked on the sponsor. “That’s the only narrative that matters. Three wins and a clean sheet since going public. Numbers don’t lie. The fans are responding. Merchandise sales are up. Engagement is through the roof. The brand is stronger with authenticity than with forced silence.”

“I told you, I won’t force you.” “But we must, I mean we can’t fake the-” “We’ll mark each other. It'll be enough to sustain our story. I know how you feel about it, but the mark will fade away eventually. We'll renew it once in a while.” By the end of this talk, he was only in his underwear. A small whimper escaped my mouth causing me to slap a hand over it. His laugh filled the room. Despite the turmoil of emotions that were ravaging my mind, I couldn’t deny the fact that his body was nothing less than perfect.

“These two have been meeting in barns for months. Vivian threw herself at Vince and ruined our relationship.” "Lie!" Perry looked at Kathleen in disbelief. "How dare you call my daughter a liar!" It was Judd Randall who stepped to his daughter's side. He was a retired general of the Calvary, and still carried his body straight and proud despite his permanent injuries. He knew of his daughter’s indiscretion and condition, he had supported her idea to tell Vince. After all the father had a right to know. After this, though, he would not support a forced marriage. There were other ways to go about this. His sharp yes shushed Kathleen.

Adon replied nonchalantly. Mrs Lancaster took a deep breath. "So, Sarah is telling the truth. You're cheating on her". "I'm not cheating on her mom, she lying...." Sarah didn't wait for him to finish before interrupting. "Lying, I'm lying. Adon, even if I'm lying, pictures don't lie. You were flirting with that waitress right before my eyes. Holding her and looking into her eyes seductively". "Flirting... do you even know what you're saying". Adon asked.

If his words are not shocking enough, it occurs to me that the ruthless wolf, from the stories I had heard, who was quick to rip his enemies to shreds, is treating me as gently as one with a newborn. “I don’t understand,” my hands begin to shake. “What do you mean I’m your true mate? That’s a legend.” “My parents were true mates,” Lucas looks me in the eyes. “True mates still exist.” “Impossible!” I bare my teeth at him. “I am the Pack’s historian-in-training! I would know-“ “No, you wouldn’t,” He gives me a dismissive look. “Mates with our kind of bond rarely reveal it. It’s easier to kill us off.”