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Marianne whispering to anyone who would listen that I was a curse on the pack. “You think you’re so special now,” Marianne continued, her voice low and vicious. “But I see right through you. You’re nothing but a pretty face, and pretty faces don’t last forever. When Damien gets bored of you, and he will, you’ll have nowhere to go. But I’ll still be here.”

Chapter 3 Leilani Moore My heart somewhat hurt when I saw almost everyone at the function with their husbands, and I was almost regretting showing up here in the first place. If it wasn't important to be here, I would've left immediately. I stood close to the counter in the villa, sipping on a glass of wine as I feed my eyes with whatever. "Hey... Mrs Grant. It's been a while," Came the familiar voice I'd never forget even if I was in a deep sleep. It was Lydia, wife of the CEO of Hilton's corporation, and my highschool classmate.

The look of horror on Marianne's face is enough for me to know that it's about me. I should be angry, sad or maybe happy about it but I am feeling none of it. As if my heart can't feel. I do feel sorry for my future partner for having a toxic person like me in his life. "What's up with that look, Marianne?" I asked, sitting up and being oblivious. "I don't want to marry... and I don't want you to marry too... for now. Why am I so weak? Why can’t I speak for any of us?" She said worriedly, pulling her hair in frustration.

Marianne said politely. "Very close… I must be going now. My son's here to pick me up. Excuse me," Maria said before disappearing. I finished my cigarette and stubbed it out in a nearby ashtray. "Shall we go back to the celebration? Or is it already winding down?" I asked, gesturing for us to leave. Marianne looked confused. She didn't seem as cheerful as she did when she said goodbye to the old woman. "What?" I ask again.

"Troy, it’s my face she’s using. You only love her because she looks like me! I’m here—the real deal, standing right in front of you. How can you still want her? You're just saying all these things to me because you are mad, right.” My jaw clenched as I fought to keep control. “I’m not mad,” I said quietly, though I could feel anger brewing beneath the surface. "But listen carefully, Aislinn. My love for Marianne has nothing to do with her face. I don’t love her because she looks like you. I love her for who she is. Marianne is everything you’re not—loyal, strong, compassionate. She’s a million times the woman you could never be.” She staggered back as if I’d struck her, her face a mask of s

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The girl says as she picks up her phone and scurries away, angrily. “That wasn't necessary though,” I say to Marianne. “That was fucking… hot,” Leo says and I shake my head. Marianne steps on the basketball court looking properly dressed like always. Marianne works at my foundation and it's her duty to make sure everything's in order. She overlooks the operation of every staff and the finances we receive through donations and grants. “Mr. Gray.” She nods at me and turns to Oliver, purposefully skipping past Leo. “Oliver Queen.” She smirks at my friend.

In a blink, the car drove into his driveway and disappeared from sight. I looked down, touched the chocolates in my arms, and went inside. After changing my shoes, the phone rang. It was Marianne. "Ms. Middleton, are you off work?" "Yes, I'm home now. Is there something you need?" Marianne had taken a few days off to attend to personal matters and wasn't in Johnsonville.

"As beautiful as always." She leaned in, brushing her lips against his, a smile playing on her face. "Thanks, my love," she whispered. Juan gestured for attention with a clap of his palms. "I expect everyone is here?" Rosario glanced around, noting, "Marissa isn't here." "I am here, Mother." The soft melody in the background subtly changed. All eyes turned upstairs as Marissa descended the central path, her expression composed, with minimal makeup enhancing her features. She wore a long-sleeve red shirt paired with a skirt boasting a high slit.

Bella muttered disdainfully in a loud voice. Adriano opened his mouth to refute her words but he was cut short by the voice of Mia, "Mrs. Maximus I am afraid if I do die by getting hit by a truck then it won't end up pretty well for you, I mean you won't be able to get the freedom you want from your marriage." Mia remarked flashing Bella a bright and beautiful smile.