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★★★★Layla's eyes flashed with contempt as she sneered, "I'm not surprised by your sharp tongue and that indigestible knowledge of yours. I’m sure your mother has spent a great deal of time teaching you about her position in my house."Payne’s smile remained, though her eyes were hard. "Yes, you're right. Do you know why my mom taught me this?" She paused, allowing Layla’s curiosity to build before continuing, "Because she knew that one day, you’d come to me to say all this instead of addressing an adult."Layla's face flushed with rage, her fists clenching. "You—" she began, her voice trembling with anger, clearly on the verge of losing her composure.Before she could react further, a familiar, cold voice rumbled from behind her. "Payne."Layla jumped, spinning around to see Damon Colley standing there. His presence was commanding, and Layla’s eyes widened in recognition. She had met him briefly at a party and had been trying to find opportunities to engage with him, given his promin
★★★★ Layla’s frustration was palpable as she struggled to regain her composure. She took a deep breath and called out, “Mr. Harley!” Harley stopped and turned, raising an eyebrow. “Yes?” Layla glanced around nervously before continuing, “Damon Colley is in this mall. He was just here.” Harley’s expression shifted to mild annoyance. “He left already. And where is your mother?” Layla’s guard was up as she replied, “She told me to stay here, and she’s supposed to be coming soon.” She cast a furtive glance at Harley’s waist, her eyes searching for any sign of a weapon, her fear evident. Harley noticed her apprehensive look and chuckled darkly. “Nah, your mother won't come." Layla’s confusion deepened as she frowned. "What? I don’t understand!" Her voice was laced with frustration and disbelief. Harley shook his head, rubbing his temple as if trying to alleviate a headache. "Your mother isn’t coming. She sent you here to deal with me. She thinks she’s being clever by avoiding direct
★★★★★"Dad!" Dante's voice rang with genuine delight as he rushed to Damon and wrapped his arms around his waist. Damon, momentarily taken aback by the show of affection, instinctively placed his arm around Dante. He marvelled at the warmth of the embrace and the peaceful sensation it brought him—something he had rarely felt from Dante before.Damon’s gaze softened as he looked down at his son. “Have you had a great time today?” he asked, his voice tender as he gently rubbed Dante’s back.Dante pulled back slightly, his face alight with excitement. “Yes, I’ve done a lot of things! I’ve just enjoyed everything.” His eyes sparkled with the joy of having spent the day engaged in fun activities, his eagerness to share his happiness evident.Damon’s concern flickered in his eyes as he asked, “Hmm, is there any pain on your forehead?” he asked softly, his hand moving to gently touch the spot.Dante shook his head vigorously, reassuring his father. “No, it’s fine.” He then noticed Jasmine br
★★★★★ "Don't even think of coming close to me!" Jasmine warned her voice a tight whisper as she shifted away from him. She glanced nervously toward the door since the kids were engrossed in a TV show, her mind racing to keep them oblivious about them in the kitchen. Damon's lips curled into a smirk as he advanced, his eyes locked onto hers "You are not quite successful stopping me before, and I certainly don't plan to be stopped now," he said, his voice low but firm. Before Jasmine could react, Damon reached out and grabbed her wrist, pulling her sharply towards him. She stumbled into his embrace, her breath catching as she felt the heat of his body close to hers. The weight of his presence was overwhelming, and her mind was in a whirl as she realized they were alone, with the children only a few steps away. "Let me go!" Jasmine demanded, her voice strained as she struggled to free herself. "This isn't the time for games. You have no right to—" Damon’s gaze bore into hers, and for
★★★★★The entire family gathered around the dinner table, with Payne and Dante seated together on one side, while Jasmine took her place next to Damon on the opposite end."I’ve prepared some light food for you both, given your current state. After a week, your diet will be more varied," Jasmine said, lifting the lid from the dishes. The soft rice and mashed vegetables looked unassuming but smelled surprisingly delightful.Payne examined the food with a sceptical look. The blandness of the rice and the lack of colour made her doubt its flavour. "This is it?" she asked her expression a mix of curiosity and disbelief."Yes, and you’ll get some fish as well," Jasmine replied, serving the food with a reassuring smile.Dante, however, seemed genuinely pleased. "I like it, Pretty Lady!" he said, clearly delighted that the meal was made by Jasmine.Payne looked at Dante with a playful grin. "Why don’t you start calling my mom ‘Mom’? It would sound more fitting, especially since I called your
★★★★ “Cindy, stop drinking! He’s been like this all his life,” Haedon said urgently, sliding into the seat next to her at the bar. “We have dropped countless hints, but you’re still blinded by the allure of being part of the Colley family as if that’s the ultimate achievement.” “We’ve shared our school and college years. Through all that time, he’s never been loyal to you or shown you the respect you truly deserve. I want to help you see that you can live a far better life without him,” Haedon pleaded, his voice filled with concern. Cindy took another long gulp from her glass, her eyes averted. “Offering suggestions is easy when you’re not in my shoes. You don’t experience the suffering I’m going through. Let me drink—it’s the only way I can bury my pain.” “Tell me what I can do for you. How can I ease your suffering?” Haedon’s tone softened as he gently placed his hand on Cindy’s cheek, coaxing her to look at him. “I’ve been in love with you since the day I met you. I want to shar
★★★★Jasmine glanced anxiously from side to side, then down at her hands, firmly clasped by the sleeping children. She cast a pleading look at Damon and murmured, “I can’t,” her eyes silently imploring him to understand her predicament.Damon’s expression remained steady as he crossed his arms over his chest. “I can carry you if you need,” he offered, his tone unwavering. Jasmine stared at him, her eyes wide with disbelief, but his demeanour left no room for doubt—he was resolute and genuine in his offer.Jasmine exhaled in resignation, gently withdrawing her hands from the children's grasp. The last thing she wanted was to disturb their peaceful slumber, especially with Damon’s presence hinting at something more than a mere interruption. His opportunistic nature was all too familiar. With careful movements, she slipped out of bed and draped the sheets over them; their serene faces, bathed in the soft glow of the night light in the room, resembled delicate orchids in bloom, providing
★★★★ "I'm not ashamed to admit that I can't stand the smell of any woman other than you," Damon said, his eyes locking with Jasmine's, revealing the sincerity of his words. "Another cheesy flirtation," Jasmine retorted, rolling her eyes with a dramatic flair. "Honestly, do you think that will make me swoon?" Damon raised an eyebrow, his gaze narrowing playfully. "Did you just roll your eyes at me?" "Yes, and what are you going to do about it?" Jasmine challenged, her tone teasing as she rolled her eyes once more. A low, playful growl rumbled from Damon’s chest. He moved closer, burying his face against the sensitive spot on her neck. His beard brushed against her skin, eliciting a burst of laughter from Jasmine. "Stop, stop, please...haha! It’s ticklish!" Jasmine protested between giggles, her voice trembling with laughter. "You’re going to wake up the kids!" Damon paused, his lips twitching into a smile as he looked up at her. The mischief in his eyes was undeniable. "You think