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the woman explained with great emphasis. Luis frowned upon hearing that explanation, was the woman the employee meant Reya, his wife? But it seemed impossible because he had warned his wife not to travel without him. Then, who is the woman who wants to meet him now? His mother? Oh of course no way... Because Jeffri Duttlof wouldn't just let his wife go. "What's that woman's name?!" Luis growled in annoyance.

Belle added a smile. It’s Leo’s story to tell. He seems decent, almost nice enough to be her friend. Knowing his story would help her understand him more. “There’s not much to tell. I already have a family.” He added. It was like a rehearsed line, he said again and again. “But once upon a time, there was this lady, from a wealthy clan, who married an Italian entrepreneur. They were happy. It was a perfect marriage. In their world, there was nothing money couldn’t buy… and yet, a love match was a luxury. And they had it, not instantly, though.

A sound that made my blood run cold. A woman's laugh. Breathy. Intimate. Then Adrian's voice: "Shh. She's probably still asleep." No. No, he wouldn't. Not here. Not in our apartment. But I already knew he would. Because I'd seen this before. In my first life, in a different place, but the same scene. The same betrayal. I stood slowly, silently. Crept to the balcony door, which I'd left cracked open. And looked inside. They were in the living room. Maribel was bent over the arm of the couch, her leggings pulled down to her thighs. Adrian was behind her, one hand gripping her hip, the other squeezing her breast, his face twisted in pleasure.

“He’s ruthless, lethal and really, really powerful. When he came into the hideout where the kidnappers had taken Ethan and I to, they had instantly dropped to their knees, that’s how much he’s feared by people.” My skin crawled as I listened to my parents talk about how dangerous the person I was going married off to was, as the hair stylist did my hair up in my bedroom. I was already dressed up in my wedding dress, and my makeup had already been done to perfection by professionals. “He’s the most powerful mafia Don ever to walk the earth. Every other mafia here in Italy knows he has the final say.” Dad continued and I felt fear clog my throat once again. “And you’re getting me married off t

Another message popped up, "Tell no one if you want to live." "Nothing!" Adriana retorted sharply," I just need to...." "Nathan!" Someone yelled from afar and Adriana twisted in the direction the voice came from. Rodriguez and his wife. He was dressed in a Hawaiian shirt that showed his bubbly nature and grey shorts that exposed a little more than his tanned thighs. His wife, on the other hand, was dressed in a long summer gown that had printed hibiscus all round and fitted well with her fashion sense and comfort.

Then Forlan began to speak… “You need to find Leah or Elijah Juarez, because she’s your real wife. I discovered this while investigating a car explosion near Bulusan Village. One person was confirmed dead in the explosion, and the other survived. A couple found Elijah’s body but were frightened by her burnt face and rushed her to the hospital. That’s when I learned that the Leah or Elijah Juarez who attended the Doque Hospital board meeting with a nurse was the real Elijah—your true wife!” “I also found out that others helped her recover her former appearance. The beautiful Elijah who showed up at the board meeting is the real Elijah, not the woman with the burned face who was with Detective

Everyone knew Amber Sherry was hopelessly in love with me. She would even risk her life for me. I got into a severe car accident to save her. My health never fully recovered. Because I had a rare blood type, she was terrified that something else might happen to me. She found someone with the same blood type and kept him on standby. He would donate blood to me whenever I needed it. I was also hopelessly in love with her. After she gave birth to Aria, I did not care what people thought. We gave her Amber’s last name—Aria Sherry. I did not want her to go through another pregnancy, so I got a vasectomy. Every socialite in our circle was jealous of what we had. On the day of Aria’s baby de

she explained with a big smile. "Is that true? Then is it true that he is a mafia head? Then who is that woman? his wife?” asked Alicia. “Head of the Mafia…well I have to correct it, used to be the head of the mafia..now no, the woman he was with is not his wife…more like… hmmm…” she is silent and seemed to think of the right term. “Fuck buddy, she is a woman from Asia and a widow with one child, her child just died two weeks ago… a little girl named… Raine??”

“Lucas, my boy! I didn’t know you were back in town!” A woman who seemed to be in her late fifties approached us with a warm smile on her face. Lucas smiled at her. “Hey, Aunt Elena,” he replied. “I’ll have the usual–” “Who’s this beautiful lady?” Elena asked, looking at me. Lucas placed a hand on the small of my back before lightly pushing me forward. “This is Sophia. She’s my wife,” he introduced and my eyes slightly widened. I just realised Lucas introduced me as his wife whenever we went somewhere together despite us agreeing to keep it a secret for a while.

“I vow to protect you until the day I die, Seraphina De Luca Alvarez, fulfilling my duty as your husband.” She swallowed hard, seemingly stunned and speechless. And I was forced to nudge her gently. She glanced up, cocking a brow. “Your turn,” I murmured. She chuckled nervously, adjusting her mound again on my fucking boner. “I vow to stick by your side as your wife, Lazaro de Luca,” she started, looking down and holding my gaze, “and roll my eyes slightly less whenever you talk about how much you own me.” I cocked a brow, my lips quivering slightly in amusement, as I fisted a hand in her hair, tearing a gasp out of her lips.