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2021-10-28 23:43:56I woke up not feeling good, and something is happening inside my body. I can’t tell how or why, but I know something is different. My head is swirling, and my stomach is gagging up with my head. I feel terrible. Slowly I got up from my bed, and I looked at the empty bed beside me. I smile, a sweet smile escapes from my lips. I know Alejandro was in his office right now. I have heard that Emma Dowager is coming today. She is the tenth duchess of Montoro, a very close friend of Alejandro, and one of his business partners. It is early, and now he is busy. Being the country's Count is a big responsibility that Alejandro was carrying every day, and it did not bother me at all, as long as we are happy and always find time for each other. That’s enough for both of us.
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Her smile. Her brilliant smile that I felt all the way to my soul. Her eyes lit up and sparkled and I felt as if I'd been handed the world in the palm of her hand.Damn! If that was all it took to make her smile like that, I'd gladly tell her every hour, every minute and every single day how gorgeous she was.Cause' she is.Cameron reached for my hands, laced her fingers in mine and then used my hands for leverage as she raised her hips just enough so I could easily slid through her sweetness all over again.I'm lost on my breath again and I can't help to escape a long hiss and then she slid down, resheathing me all over again."Damn, woman you really driving me crazy." I muttered.Cameron smiled, clearly satisfied with my admission.And i savored the feel of her much smaller hands engulfed by my own. And we held on tightly as she began a slow, rhythmic ride.Our gaze locked. We never looked away, never broke eye contact as she
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Veronica’s‘Finally, we will be free.’ I thought to myself.We were less than five miles from the country line when I saw the flashing red-and-blue lights in the rearview mirror. I look at the man driving beside me.“Damn!” Kenzo cursed. Something he rarely did in my presence.I leaned across the console of my mustang to check the speedometer, and I looked at Kenzo—my husband for exactly four hours and thirty-eight minutes.We have already planned this for a month now. This morning, a week before my eighteenth birthday, we sneak out early, drive to the courthouse and get married in a simple ceremony. Cause once we were married, nothing and no one could separate us apart. Net even my archaic father and his ideas about social class. Not my father’s drunken negligence.“You are not speeding,” I said in a calm voice. “Why are they pulling you over?”Kenzo&rsqu
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She had a gift of dealing with difficult people, and she'd turned the sinking Romero Real State company, the company that her father built from scratch, into the top Real State & Property Management company in the country. I almost lost my company because of Sebastian's wrongdoing. And now I'm going to lost my family because of Sebastian again. I don't know what to do. I have to be the strong and proficient woman I am. I must remind myself of that every minute or so. I know Sebastian didn’t do this. I honestly can’t believe that he would even be capable of hitting someone, let alone killing a person. I shake my head in disgust, thinking about it. But I also thought he would never cheat on me, but everything now is just in my thought. Deep down in my heart, I still didn't believe in all of this fiasco. I can’t believe it. I don’t think it yet. Not until
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