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Damian watched the board he had once commanded now steer funds toward kindness, and that sight softened him in ways that made his jaw unclench. One late afternoon, Victoria arrived with the final wedding details: small, private, offline. She had found a town hall garden where the city allowed two witnesses and a quiet afternoon. Beatrice insisted on handling the paperwork with the same efficiency that had saved them so many times. Jonah arranged a playlist that made everyone in the apartment smile—a ridiculous mix of pop songs that would always remind them of something reckless and good. Detective McArthur sent a cordial note: “If you two are smart enough to stay together after this, I’ll ma

And that little secretary had the guts to ignore her. Hilda reached into her designer bag and pulled out her phone. She scrolled through her contacts and dialed a private number. The line rang twice before a gruff voice answered. "Yeah?" Hilda stared out darkly through the windshield. "I need a job done. But first I want to know who Lucius Hunt is married to." Hilda ordered. The man scoffed. "That's a big ask, Miss Miller," the voice on the other end warned. "The bounty hunters already tried and found nothing. The guy is a ghost when it comes to his private life. It's going to take a lot of digging."

James kept the conversation going, talking about his latest project, some building renovation downtown. Alison barely heard him. She was too aware of the ring on her finger, the weight of it foreign and strange. Too aware of Eric sitting across from her, his own ring catching the candlelight every time he reached for his glass. They were married. She was married to Eric Harrison. Her phone buzzed. A text from Mrs. Mary. *Well? What did you decide?* Alison looked at Eric, at James, at the remains of their strange wedding lunch. *I got married this morning.* Three dots appeared immediately.

Rosalie had always thought I was cruel, but I was the one who carried her back to the hotel on my back when she got stranded in a blizzard during a school trip. That day, she had a fever all night. In her daze, she caught a glimpse of my bracelet. Later, Caleb picked it up, so she always believed he was the one who saved her. I tried to explain it to her after we got married, but she refused to believe me. She thought I would make up anything just to get her to like me. When Bentley came out of the emergency room, Rosalie rushed forward with an anxious look. She treated the dog better than she had ever treated me.

We’ll be able to move on with our lives and make a decision that will change our lives forever. “Leonardo Bonetti had a son Michael Bonetti who later changed his last name after he got married to Lisa Hunter. They had a son Leonardo Craig Hunter. He lives in Brooklyn. He lives with his wife and two children. A son and a daughter. Wife’s name Brooke Hunter. Her identity seems fake as well. There are no pictures of her.” he explains. I nod. “Where is he now?” I ask him. I was going after him now. I was going to kill this bastard with my own two hands.

Both hynans and werewolves will be in trouble. It didn't seat well with Brenda because she had always wanted a large family, which Damien had agreed to in the early years of their marriage before they moved. Working in the hospital premises and seeing different cute little children, especially the girl child. Brenda knew she wanted one for herself. Without informing Damien, she relieved herself of the birth stopping pill and got pregnant almost immediately. He had been angered at first, but eventually let it off knowing he wouldn't be able to kill his own child. Tephanie's birth had brought huge smiles on their face, however, she looked a bit different and didn't exactly give off the aura of

It felt like someone ordered him to do that. Another thing was that the Bakers would usually marry someone from another prestigious family. Noah was the only one who had married a divorced woman with a child. Not only that but his wife, Hannah Johnson, was also born poor. She had even had to survive on relief funds for some time. Meanwhile, Janine, who was usually hot-tempered, seemed to be very patient with her brother. Zephyr looked at Cordelia while explaining everything to her.

“If you want revenge, this is your best bet. See ya in an hour!” Scarlett sighs and hangs up the phone. She debates with herself for a while before muttering, “F*ck it.” She gets into the car and drives off. Meanwhile, somewhere deep in the city, a man hangs up the phone. He’s sitting on a couch with a drink in his hand. His face is half hidden in the dark but he’s smiling. There’s a document in front of him; a marriage certificate. A young teenager enters the room and sighs. “Are you really gonna get through with this?” She groans. “She’s Hector Hawkins’ ex-wife and one of the members of the enemy clan! Whatcha even thinking?”

That day, I was in the gallery putting the final touches on a new exhibit when Rowan, being mysterious, steered me into the middle of the main hall. Where a painting usually hung, there was now an enormous photograph. In the photograph was a girl in a white sundress, sitting on a lawn, focused on her sketchbook. That was me. Seven years ago. Rowan dropped to one knee, pulled a velvet box from his pocket. "Chloe. I've kept this photo for seven years. I finally get to hang it where people can see it." He opened the box. A brilliant diamond ring sat inside. "Ms. Whitmore. Will you marry me? Will you become Mrs. Ellsworth?"

She snapped, "Shut up! When did you become so selfish? You must have picked it up from your father's terrible behavior! Stay here and rest properly! If you throw another tantrum, I'll have you locked in the basement!" With that, she shot me a fierce glare. I stood aside, watching in silence. Ever since her first love, Jaden Sutton, suddenly returned from abroad with their son, Jacinda had grown increasingly hostile toward me. My once gentle wife had turned cold, throwing tantrums at me countless times, all for the sake of her illegitimate son, Benson Sutton. Just because our dog had caught their unfamiliar scent and barked a couple of times at them, she had ignored the desperate pleas and cr