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Jemmy Replied after breaking the hug. " It's my pleasure. By the way. Your dress looks so beautiful on you. " " Oh, thanks. You look stunning in your dress too. " " Of course she is after all she's my beautiful wife. " A male voice rang there. And Jemmy recognized him as Azrael Everett. Jasmine's Husband. " Yeah. Thanks for coming to my birthday party, Uncle Azrael. " " It's my pleasure, Jemmy. Happy birthday, girl! "

After what happened earlier at home! "Mrs. Ramirez! How are you?" Mrs? So the woman is already married, I don't know but I feel a little calm in the knowledge of her marriage and she actually doesn't have any relationship with Primo. "Fuck, Avi! What are you thinking? Please you don’t have any rights to feel something if Primo flirts with someone else, ‘cause you two were just married because of the baby, not because he really loves you. Tss" I preached to myself. Tsk!

The soon-to-be family of five talked more about the baby and the girls were very excited to know that they would be traveling the next day to celebrate the existence of their baby sibling. The End! Thank you all for reading TEMPTRESS! I hope you enjoyed reading this book as much as I enjoyed writing it. I hope to see you in my new story but for the meantime, please feel free to check out my other stories on this app. Thank you!

I was almost in tears again due to overwhelming joy. "How are you feeling, baby?" I immediately asked when I pulled away. "Who are you?" Arik questioned me, making me gasp. I should've expected this after all. I was about to answer him when Rusty nudged me and held my arm. "Bro, she's your wife. Her name's Celeste." "My wife?" Arik's face lit up as he looked at me. "This beautiful woman is my wife? Wow." "Yeah, right. Wow. What a lucky guy you are, right? How about me? Do you still remember me? Do you know where you are right now?" Rusty continued questioning Arik because he knew I couldn't bring myself to do it.

frustration welled up within the both of us and i guess it did in our mother too cause we three turned to him, demanding an explanation for this bewildering situation. He seemed to have gotten over his shock because with all seriousness written all over his face, he stretched out his hands towards mine as if to offer comfort for the heartbreak which his statement was going to give me. “Hela dear, that man standing over there in a royal regalia whose name is Eros Rain Vasilios is indeed your husband to be and the man beside him is his brother Atlas Storm Vasilios. The one who accompanies__” “Well that information is sufficient enough to let you know what i mean to you, and i would like us to

She turned her head around, paused picking up some earrings to match up with her night dress for the gala dinner that night. She looked away when Curtis threw the magazine on the couch next to her. “What you know about it?” he stared at his wife. Susan smirked. “He’s dating a model, Emma Smithson. She used to be a girl friend of Gabrièl Pinot.” Curtis turned his head to his wife, he spread out his arms on the couch. “Who is he?” “The owner of one of the famous womenswear around the world.” His wife stopped picking up the accessories and she showed him the ones she chose with a gown she was going to wear.

Then I leaned toward the microphone and spoke softly. "Good evening, everyone. My name is Quentin Thompson. I'm Ms. Hemsley's legal husband. We've been married for ten years, and we have a three-year-old son together. And I'm also..." I paused, letting my gaze sweep across Adeline's pale face. "...the majority owner of this company, with a 51% stake."

a woman with blonde hair shouted into her microphone standing right in front of our downtown corporate building. "Is it love or is it a legal shield? Sources tell us that the reunited Vales are facing a huge internal custody battle behind closed doors." I pressed the power button on the remote. The screen went black. My chest was tight, my breathing coming in gasps. The gold ring on my finger felt like an iron weight. "They have the photos from the rooftop " I whispered, my voice cracking as I turned to look at Victor. "They have every angle, Victor. They are showing the picture of you putting the ring on my finger like it's a scene from a movie. Everyone is talking about us. The whole city

"Oh, really? By the way, thank you for inviting me to dinner, Mr. and Mrs. Castillo." "Oh, it's nothing. Thank you for coming here too. By the way, I would just like you to meet my wife, Prestine. Babe, he is the co-owner of this resort." Prestine smiled as she reached for Tyrone's hand. "It's so nice meeting you, Mr. Tyrone. And it's also so nice because you already know my best friend, Moonleigh." "Yeah, we know each other really way. Moonleigh is a very good friend of mine. She's really fun to be with."

Clara suddenly spoke faster “That night wasn’t supposed to happen like that. He was supposed to be there, but something changed and I… I ended up in the wrong room instead. I didn’t even realize until it was too late...” “I don’t care,” Celeste snapped. Clara immediately fell silent. Celeste turned away and took another long drink, staring out at the city lights below the penthouse windows. Her grip tightened around the glass. “And now,” she continued, “he is married to that nobody of a slut.And she is pregnant.” The last sentence sounded almost like she was mourning. Celeste closed her eyes briefly. “It should have been you,” she said.“You would have been obedient. Grateful. Easy to manage.