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“Yes. And you’re?” “Someone who actually belongs here.” Arielle felt the hit, but swallowed it. “Damian isn’t home.” Valeria waved a manicured hand. “I’m not here to see him.” She stepped closer, eyes narrowing as she studied Arielle like a flawed piece of merchandise. “I saw the gala photos,” she said. “You looked… overwhelmed.” Arielle forced a polite smile. “It was my first event.” “And your last,” Valeria said casually. “Damian goes through phases, He’ll get bored, Soon.”

The sound of breaking glass filled the room. At that moment, Alpha Kelly walked in. He froze in the doorway. His eyes widened at the mess. “What is going on here?” he demanded. His voice was harsh and cold. I froze too. My heart pounded in my chest. I looked at Celia. She immediately put on her pitiful act. Tears welled in her eyes. She looked at Kelly with trembling lips. “I just wanted to help Valera,” she said. Her voice shook with fake emotion. “You know she’s carrying your child, so I tried to be kind. I wanted us to have a nice dinner. But she didn’t appreciate it.”

And it was just as we reached the elevator that it happened. The doors opened. In front of us stood Valeria Acosta; I recognized her because she was a famous woman among the jet set. She was perfect, arrogant, encased in a tight dress and heels that announced her presence with every step. But that wasn't what made me catch my breath. It was the man accompanying her. Damián. Holding her arm. Smiling, he was smiling like I had never seen him before; I had only known that side where his brow remained furrowed, and his eyes were marked by anger.

Darian accidentally launched his into the bushes. Solana had shifted back into Serenya, now wrapped in a light blanket and sitting quietly beside Cheyenne, who was tossing popcorn at Gunner like it was a sport. “You did good today,” Cheyenne said, glancing her way. “Miss Wiggles was a hit.” “Do not call her that.” “Oh, it’s too late. I’m getting her a monogrammed saddle.” Serenya chuckled, and something warm filled her chest. Maybe it was the fire. Maybe it was this found-family feeling she didn’t realize she’d needed so badly.

I was still having hiccups from my crying as I watched her in confusion. “Kamsy what is happening, can someone talk to me?” She walked back to Luke and kissed him, my eyes grew wide and my heart shattered. "Poor Valerie,I told you,you can't get married before me. You think I was joking around. I also told you, I can make your man be my man but you are too naive and you underestimated me Valerie. I am too beautiful to be a single, babe these curves ain’t no joke" she turned around to show off her killer curves

"You don't want to fucking hear this." "Try me." I bypass them and flip the switch on the coffee maker. Jay and Flint exchange uneasy glances. "Jay got a call from Demid this morning. Valeriya's body was released and is back to Russia." He plays his hands on the island and leans into them, focused on me across the granite expanse. "That's great." The hiss of the water heating momentarily distracts me. "Who is fucking unbelievable? Surely not Demid." Flint searches my face. Deciding something, he circles around the island and comes to where I'm standing, pressing his side into the counter and crossing his arms. He's close enough his body heat radiates toward me. "Valeriya was pregnant."

He replied and stood up from the bed. “Hold on, I have to grab my shoes.” He said and walked into the closet, Audrey felt a vibration on the bed and she looked around to see Damirn’s phone, she picked it up and stared at the caller, she was surprised to see ‘Valeria’ as the caller. Why is she calling him so early? She slowly picked up the call and placed it at her ear. “Hey, Damien.” She heard her call happily and she frowned, she sounded like a middle-aged woman.

She giggled shyly and ran away from Winston. Valeria locked herself in her bedroom. There was a huge smile on her face. She was breathing heavily. She was not sure if she was excited to be with Winston or if she was actually nervous. Either way, she was just happy that her mate had finally found her. And she could live the life she wanted to live forever. ---------------------------------------------------------

he said, fumbling with the remote. “What is it?” I demanded, my voice tight. “The TV… it’s news. Nationwide,” he said, barely able to finish. I followed him quickly, ignoring the burning ache in my gut. The moment I saw the screen, fury ignited like a wildfire. There she was. Valeria. My queen. Labeled a dangerous criminal. Dock footage played repeatedly. The reporters’ voices overlapped. “…Valeria is wanted for murder of a federal officer…” “…escaped custody last night… led a human trafficking ring…”

My phone made a sound inside my pocket and I take it out to look at it, my jaw dropped upon seeing the photos that had just been posted on Twitter. Pictures of me and Josh inside his car, when we went to get our food and when he was taking me back, he had kissed me on the cheek because I said something that made him laugh and recall the time. And if that wasn't enough, the captions were a bit outrageous. In headlines: Camila Brinx-Camorra, wife of Elijah Camorra, seen smooching with lover Camila Camorra spotted making out with her lover at Sunset Blvd Not even the rich can contain their hunger for excitement!