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She gestured to a stool drawn up to the island․ "Sit․ I made eggs․" Her legs were killing her‚ but it was the smell of butter and herbs that was the first thing in the last twenty-four hours to make her feel completely at home․ "Thank you‚" she said․ On the plate before her were scrambled eggs with fresh chives‚ sliced sourdough‚ and a small bowl of fruit‚ and Marianna studied her with the frank assessment of a woman who had seen too much to bother with pretense․ "He told me you were staying‚" Marianna said‚ refilling a coffee cup she had apparently already prepared for herself․ "He did not tell me much else‚ but he never does․"

Mari never seems to have anything nice to say about anyone, a bitterness to her tone that has been forged by something in her past. "Does he have any friends?" "One," Cherry says stiffly. "Elise." Each of the girl’s seem to deflate at the mention of this woman’s name. Elise. That sounds vaguely familiar, meaning Malin has some research on her, but not as much as she would like. The amount of digging for me to do is only increasing by the minute. "She hates us too. Those two can be very pretentious when they are together.” Mari’s brown eyes gleam as they narrow.

She told me Marienne was ready for me. With great anxiety, I walked up the steps where Marie was taking shelter in the room. As I got there I could feel how powerful her scent was from the hallway. Any male wolf will go insane when he comes across a woman in heat and I was about to go insane and I didn't care.

"Wait… Mari? Your wife, uh… ex-wife Mari was a lunatic?" Fortunately, he ignores my faux pas and continues on like I didn't just verbally punch him in the gut. "Yep. My Mari. The sweetest, kindest, most wonderful woman I've ever known in my life cussed like a sailor and had terrible road rage." I can't help but bark out of laugh. The thought of Mariana being anything but friendly seems almost ridiculous. "I don't believe you."

I knew how much he wanted me to be with Ariel, and the last thing I ever wanted was to disappoint him. Manny's father always knew how to put me at ease, he had the personality that could make anyone warm up to him instantly. I looked around the room and locked eyes with Ariel, Her eyes were on fire with anger, I'm sure if looks could kill I could be under the ground by now. "Excuse me everyone, this lovely lady is Marianna, she works at our firm" Mr. Jennings introduced me "What is she doing her?" Ariel hissed

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Amaria met Theon at the Bailey, where different breeds of horses were kept. Theon climbed onto a Friesian,“ pick any one of your choices” the horse wanted to move, but he pulled the reins back making it halt. Amaria walked around and stared at the other horses,“ hurry and pick one, we don't have much time” Theon ordered, Amaria nodded and continued her search, she was about to pick a shire breed when she heard a nicker, she turned and saw a beautiful light grey colored horse, it was a Lipizzaner breed. The horse eagerly waited for her to walk towards its stall door as it nickered again, Amaria walked closer to it, and it blew air on her face, Amaria smiled and giggled as she pats it on its f

MARIE The house smelled of grilled fish and roasted plantains the moment I stepped through the door. That scent—smoky, peppery, homey—hit me like a memory I hadn’t lived. Comfort food. The kind of smell that tricked you into believing the world outside hadn’t tried to ruin you.

And the most cataclysmic thing was, I was not afraid of having witness Madeline's murder. Yes it left an impact on me, I still shivered whenever her dead lifeless eyes drifted in my vision but.. I was more scared of Marienne. As soon as the the police enquiry session had come to an end, I ran straight to my flat, brought out my laptop and tried to find as much as information I could manage about them. And what I found about them wasn't shocking but still, it chilled me to the core. Marienne Carlisle Victor. A French-American businessman, who is best known for his ruthless statistics and strategies in the corporate world. Devilishly handsome looking but taken from at the age of 19. Well known

“Near the drink table. Blue suit.” Kaelen follows my gaze. The moment his eyes land on the man, his expression hardens. “You know him?” he asks quietly. I swallow. My throat feels dry. “Yes.” “Who is he?” I hesitate. Because saying his name still hurts. “His name is Darius.” Kaelen’s body goes still. “Darius… what?” he asks carefully. “Darius Vrynn.” Silence. Cold, heavy silence. Kaelen’s hand slowly curls into a fist.