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"The new face of my dynasty is in front of you now. My only and most handsome son, Hunter Collins Jr.!” Everyone cheered and applauded. Katalina also feels very happy. Tears formed in his eyes. He immediately wiped his own eyes and looked heavenwards so that he would not be so emotional. “And, I will also ask all of you for a favor. As much as you respect me, that's what you should show to the mother of my son, Katalina, my wife," Hunter re-introduced Katalina to his workers. They both got married with a Pastor back when Hunter was in the hospital. As the billionaire and her throught that there shouldn’t be enough reason for them to waste time when their hearts wanted to love each other agai

Damian Cross was my father's most promising lieutenant. To earn the right to marry me, he swore he would take over the Golden Triangle. Before he left, he kissed my forehead. "Wait for me. The whole Golden Triangle will be your wedding gift." I waited for him for three years. Three years later, he returned covered in scars, with a fragile-looking girl following behind him. By then, he had become the "Mad Dog," a man whose name struck fear into everyone in the underworld. He went down on one knee in front of my father. "She took a bullet for me. I owe her my life, and I owe her my name." My father put the black-and-gold whip in my hand. Everyone in the room was waiting for me to make h

Soon the doctor came in and started dressing his injury. “What did you say was his name?” I asked. “Ryan” “Why does he look so familiar?” “He is married to that actress, what’s her name Jennet……..” “Jeanette Scarlet Wilson?” “Wow a person who teaches other people how to UN-love is married to a woman who is out there teaching people about Love. That's an interesting turn of events . "Get your camera ready, we have a love story to investigate about" I said.

Damian shouted, his voice echoing throughout the villa. My heart raced. Was he angry? Since we got into the car after the mall incident, Damian had been completely still, his gaze fixed ahead, which made me anxious. He opened the door to my room and gently set me down. After discovering he was my husband, I had requested to stay in a different room, which I thought he had approved quickly. Damian had already retrieved the first aid kit. In the rush of the moment, he began to treat the scar on my jaw near my left ear. He remained silent, and the quiet was overwhelming.

Aidan’s married, and he never told me. Unaware of my sad thoughts, Casper rises from the chair and begins to pace, rubbing the gun against his head and forehead contemplatively. I look on stiffly, wary of what he might do next. He looks deadly and lost at the same time. However, I’m not fooled by his lost expression. This man set out to kidnap me and killed Hunter. I know that letting my guard down around him would be a deadly mistake. After a few thoughtful moments, he turns back to me. “Didn’t Aidan tell you that he was married and has a son?”

So, we didn't know that Rylan was sitting quietly in the back seat of the Bentley parked outside. "Did you deliver the gifts?" he asked. "Yes," Hunter replied. "Did she say anything?" Hunter shook his head. "She just thanked me." Rylan gave a faint, bitter smile. Outside the hall, he looked at me one last time, and said quietly, "Let's go.' "I saw Ciara," Hunter said softly. "She's pregnant, and Leonardo, ever attentive, takes such good care of her." He let out a small laugh, tinged with relief. "It doesn't hurt as much as when I first heard she was getting married."

Jasper stated as he handed the papers to Gavin and snapped him out of his deep thoughts. "Is it really true that the woman in the bounty hunting was the ex-wife of that mafia?" Gavin asked but all he received from Jasper was a shrug. "Maybe yes... their situation is quite complicated so I think calling Shantala an ex-wife is not just the right term. Anyway, I need to go."

she said, the Don was thoughtful for a while as he looking at her as if he could see her very soul. “Doctor, you can leave us alone" the Don said, the Doctor quickly excused himself and left the cell. The Don took a sit on the empty chair Grace had been tied on early. He looked at his daughter for long mintues before he eventually let out a sign “What kind of hoe are you?" He asked in a sharp voice, “the kind you gave birth to" Dora let out a laugh. “Ryan is my husband and I don't see any sin to get pregnant for my husband" she freakly told him. The Don shook his head with a click of his tougue

Gia Paparazzi pointed cameras in our faces, snapping pictures like maniacs. The light blinded me, making it hard to see a single fucking thing. White dots danced in my vision, and all I could hear was chaos happening all around us. Since getting kidnapped by rogue wolves and a wayward werebear, my cage-fighting hero, Kian Jones, a biker bear from the Roughnecks Motorcycle Club, had rescued me, carried me to his den on his steel horse, married me, bit me on the ass, and rocked my world between the sheets. My hubby’s fame drew attention wherever we went. Five minutes ago, we were at the courthouse signing our mating license, and now reporters were shoving cameras and microphones in our faces.

Dorian was a gangster, you couldn’t expect less from someone like him. The black suit that was shitting, as if he were a businessman entering his office in the main place of work, made him look even more dangerous, like a sophisticated monster with great academic and psychological preparation to crush anyone who got in his way. The first thing he did when he got to us was look down to see Thomas, and it was obvious, like two peas in a pod, father and son; he hadn’t compared them until they were both together, but yes, my son was like a childhood copy of Dorian Torres, he was very little like me. There was no longer any doubt in me that they were both blood related. However, in my mind there