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The door's sudden knocks disrupted the exchange between Orion and Erin. "That must be the food," Erin exclaimed, her heart still racing. 'Oh no, what should I say to his question?' "Thank you!" Orion's voice echoed from the doorway. As the man reappeared, he wheeled in a cart laden with food. Orion lifted the soup and approached Erin, who remained seated on the bed. He scooped some food onto a spoon and extended it toward her. "I can manage," Erin protested, her cheeks flushing. "No, I insist. I promised to court you," Orion replied firmly. "But I'm not disabled. I just have the flu, O." "Don't be stubborn." Erin considered another angle. "I'm not ready to be courted by you. You're going to marry another woman, and I don't want to be your side chick." She seized the spoon, giving him a defiant look. Orion sighed. "I'll sort things out with Tanya." Erin stopped listening to him because understanding what he was saying had become challenging. Returning to the man's life didn't
Erin fell silent, her mind reeling from Lily's accusations. They exchanged glances, each processing the weight of the moment before Erin finally found her voice. "Did you investigate me?" Erin's voice trembled, filled with a mix of disbelief and apprehension. "Then I'm right about it. Lacey really is Orion's daughter. I didn't investigate you or your daughter." Lily paused, came with a grimace, and then added, "I merely conducted a cursory check at their school. My office handles the interior design of Lacey's nursery school. During a recent visit, I happened to chat with Teacher Catherine." "I casually inquired about upcoming birthdays among the children as I planned to give birthday gifts to Novella's friends. She retrieved the records, and that's where I discovered Lacey's birthday. Honestly, I wasn't certain until I spoke with you. I must confess, I inadvertently put you on the spot about it," Lily explained. Erin was incredulous that Lily cornered her like this. The truth
Erin is determined to identify her opponent, who accuses her of stealing the concept for her new product release. The Makeup Blend's CEO, Anna Lerman. She urgently needs to confront Anna and understand why she was targeted for plagiarism. Erin's stay in the city is limited, driven by her longing to return home and embrace her daughter, Lacey, as soon as possible. The separation weighs heavily on her heart, as she's unaccustomed to being apart from her daughter for extended periods. Anna's sister-in-law's birthday will be held at a hotel in Berlin. The allure of this event is too potent for her to ignore, presenting a strategic opportunity she simply cannot let pass. "Anna will definitely be in attendance," Byron remarked as they sat in a cozy corner of the coffee shop. "And I'm also sure we'll see the person who betrayed Raw Beauty," Erin replied. As Erin ponders the motives behind the theft of Raw Beauty's concept, she contemplates various scenarios, including the possibility th
For the first time, Erin felt an unfamiliar wave of nerves despite knowing she hadn't committed any wrongdoing. You know that feeling when summoned to the principal's office, yet you're innocent? Gathering her courage, Erin addressed Orion, "What brings you here?" "I was invited. You should be the one I'm asking what you're doing here and why you're with James O'Sullivan," he countered, his tone laced with an interrogator's precision as though she were under suspicion. "He invited me to this event." "And why is that?" Erin was annoyed by Orion's consecutive questions. Did she need to explain why she was with the Irish mob? Why was she here at the party? And wasn't it just two days ago that his marriage to another woman was made public? "I don't need to give a reason to a business partner, Mr. Arvesso," she brushed past him after glaring at him. "Did you have a romantic involvement with James?" she heard him press. "Is Lacey his daughter?" Erin stood stunned, her thou
"You're here, Mr. Arvesso," James remarked to Orion. "Right on time. I just finished my conversation with Ms. Erin. Until next time, miss!" With that, he exited the room. Orion's expression darkened as he watched James leave. An underlying tension in the air, a silent animosity that simmered beneath the surface. He didn't bother acknowledging the man; something about James irked him to the point of wanting to punch the Irishman. But he and Erin understood the risks, especially with James' guards present. Erin remained stunned even after James had departed the clinic. It was as if she had been caught red-handed by her husband in a compromising situation with another man, judging by Orion's hostile gaze directed at her. After a moment to collect herself, Erin rubbed her temples wearily. She owed no explanations. "When did you become James' kept woman?" Orion's tone was sharp, accusatory. "Orion, I don't have time for this, nor do I need to explain myself. We don't have a relationsh
"Yes, babe. Suck…” Erin's plump lips pressed against the head of his cock, her grip firm on the base. As she took him in, she felt the head sliding down her throat, a sensation that sent shivers through her. Her eyes squeezed shut, shutting out the world as Orion's moan mingled with the air around them. Her other hand traced the contours of his muscles, exploring the hardness beneath his skin, and yet, each touch ignited a spark of desire within her. She fought against the rising bile in her throat, a sour taste flooding her mouth as her body reacted. Saliva surged, pooling in her mouth to the overwhelming sensation. Deep within her, a wellspring of desire surged, intensifying the thrill coursing through her veins. "Fuck, Erin!" Orion cursed. The throb in Erin's chest surged as her tongue tenderly traced his rugged skin, and her delicious lips grazed along his length. Erin had never envisioned herself partaking in such an act. It filled her mouth, squeezed, savored… Orion's
"What does this mean?" Orion demanded, his gaze piercing Byron. His hair was disheveled, and Erin couldn't shake the lingering scent of intimacy emanating from him. "He's Byron, Raw Beauty's business consultant," Erin replied. "I know who he is. My question is, why is he here in your room with those things?" Orion crossed his arms, scrutinizing the boxes of expensive items, awaiting a satisfactory explanation. "I share the same inquiry, Mr. Arvesso." Erin winced. She seemed like a wife caught red-handed by her husband. "Byron and I need to discuss the issues at the Raw Beauty office. Regardless, you don't need to know the problem because it's too personal and unrelated to you. What we did last night was merely a casual hookup." Byron was rendered speechless, stunned by Erin's words. Yes, she was kicking the hotel mogul out of her suite! "Um, I apologize, Erin, but I must leave. I have a flight to catch for a business meeting in Paris. You should attend the online meeting later
Erin's first order of business upon her return to Bel-Air was to pay a visit to Lily's home because Lacey was there. She had to leave Orion at the hotel in Berlin, as she didn't feel comfortable traveling back to the country with him. Erin couldn't understand what had gotten into him; he was unusually clingy. "Mommy!" Lacey's tiny feet dashed towards the gate as soon as the Walton Family found out she was there. Upon seeing her daughter, Erin's face lit up with joy, and she rushed forward to embrace Lacey tightly, peppering her cheeks with affectionate kisses. "I've missed you so much, baby!" Excitedly, Lacey exclaimed, "Mommy! Novella and I baked cookies!" "Really? Will you let Mommy have a taste?" Erin's heart warmed at the thought of her daughter bonding with Novella. "Of course!" Lacey replied enthusiastically. Approaching with a smile, Lily greeted Erin, who reciprocated with a grateful hug, expressing her appreciation for Lily's care of her child during her absenc
Months later... As the days unfolded amidst the ancient branches of towering trees, a soft breeze caressed the leaves, weaving a delicate melody that echoed the whispers of times past. The relentless march of time had etched its mark upon the weathered gravestones, standing as solemn guardians adorned with the names of those who once thrived with vitality. Some graves bloomed with freshly placed flowers, while others surrendered to the embrace of moss and roots, each telling a tale that had reached their poignant conclusion. Erin tenderly laid a bouquet of pristine white roses before the gravestone of someone she once knew as Orion's wise and strong brother, Daryl. It marked the anniversary of his passing. Having become a part of the Arvesso family through her recent marriage to Orion, Erin joined them in visiting Daryl's resting place. As she fixed her gaze upon the inscription of his name and the date of his death, a pang of guilt coiled around her heart, unseen but deeply f
Orion's waning interest in responding to Erin's question was palpable. "Well?" Erin asked once more, anticipation etched on her face. "Why did you agree to marry Tanya?" Orion's brow furrowed. "Do you believe I was romantically involved with Zach's sister?" "No." Initially, Erin had presumed there was a romantic connection between Orion and Tanya, conjecturing that their relationship had grown deeper, considering Tanya's pregnancy as evidence of such intimacy. However, the harsh reality of Tanya's miscarriage and Orion's subsequent public explanation unveiled the true nature of their bond with Erin. It dawned on her that what she had perceived as a serious relationship was, in fact, a casual affair. Orion recounted the events involving Mr. Niel Arvesso and Tanya, shedding light on what transpired in the hotel and the circumstances surrounding Tanya's pregnancy. "If that's the case, you knew from the beginning you weren't the father of the child she was carrying..." E
Erin's fingertips lightly brushed against Orion's cheek as they sat together in the car. Despite having a driver at their disposal, they paid him no attention, lost in each other's company. Orion monopolized her thoughts entirely. The disbelief lingered within Erin as though the day's events existed only in a dream. "Please, tell me this isn't a dream," Erin pleaded. In response, Orion silenced her with a tender kiss, his lips tracing a path down her neck. The driver's cheeks flushed crimson as he glanced at the rearview mirror. He wished he could vanish, overwhelmed by the palpable passion unfolding in the backseat. Their actions were simple yet intimate—kisses exchanged, sweet words whispered. Before long, they arrived back at Orion's residence, where Erin and Lacey were currently staying. Orion scooped Erin into his arms, carrying her inside. As they crossed the threshold, Erin's gaze fell upon a lone suitcase nestled by the doorway, a silent witness to Orion's hurried d
The movements, exchanges of conversation, and the beeping of various devices reverberated in Orion's ears like echoes from a dream. Erin's tears haunted his thoughts, her pleas for him not to let go echoing endlessly. Each time she cried, his heart sank deeper, consumed by worry. "Wake up, Orion… Wake up!" The urgent call seemed to emanate from everywhere—Erin's voice and even a faint whisper within his own mind. He needed to rise, to return to the woman he loved. It was as if an enchantment had ensnared his skin, holding him captive in its grasp, steadfast and unyielding. With deliberate slowness, he unfurled his eyelids, welcomed by the scene of Marco's fervent typing on his laptop. A lump materialized in his throat, accompanied by a cascade of numbness and anguish that inundated his entire being. The intensity of the pain threatened to elicit curses from his lips, but his voice emerged raspy and weak. "W-water..." he managed to croak. Marco's eyes widened, the color draining
As they sat together in the hospital lounge, Lily's tender touch wiped away Erin's tears. They both waited anxiously for any updates on Orion's condition, their shared concern palpable in the silent moments between them. The hospital restricted access to the intensive care unit to prevent overcrowding and minimize the risk of introducing infections. Visitors were required to wear gowns to prevent any potential transmission of bacteria to the patient. "Erin, you must continue to balance your responsibilities, both at work and with Lacey," Lily advised, offering her support. It had been a challenging month since Orion's hospitalization, and Erin struggled to juggle her obligations. Despite Lily's occasional return home to Bel-Air, Erin remained steadfast in her vigil by Orion's side in the city. "I know your heart is with Orion, but don't forget about Lacey," Lily reminded her gently. As Erin sank onto the couch, the weight of her exhaustion evident, she reflected on her sacrifices
"Orion! Orion! P-please, do your best to stay awake," Erin pleaded, trailing behind James' group of men carrying Orion. She feared that if he closed his eyes, it could be the last time she saw him. Orion's gaze appeared delirious, mirroring Erin inside his mind. He struggled to place his palm on her cheek, his efforts indicative of his weakening condition. James swiftly called for a helicopter to expedite their departure from the area where they had engaged Douglas Mikael's group. As they exited the building, Marco hurried towards Erin. "Erin!" he called out. "Marco!" She sobbed, embracing her friend tightly. "O-Orion..." Her voice faltered, unable to articulate her fears. "I understand. We must get him to the nearby city. I've informed the hospital and made the necessary arrangements. We cannot linger here in Acapulco," Marco assured her. Minutes later, assistance arrived. Erin followed silently, tears streaming down her face as she held Orion's hand, her prayers unspoken. A me
Five years ago, Erin and Orion engaged in meaningful agreement when Orion served as her bodyguard. During that time, he provided her with a number to call in case of trouble, a number that Erin never imagined would remain working to this day. Upon hearing Erin's voice, Orion struggled to contain his emotions. Both of them felt the weight of the situation, teetering on the edge of tears. "My love, are you alright?" Orion's voice trembled with concern, his trembling words betraying the depth of his emotions. The weight of sadness hung palpably between them, echoing the turmoil of their hearts. "I need a solid crust," Erin replied. Attempting to steady himself, Orion exclaimed, "I must compose myself! Fuck! How many guards are there? How many require rescue?" Recalling her observations earlier, Erin cryptically mentioned, "There's an abundance of cheese, an overwhelming number of pepperonis. The crust must be sturdy and thick," conveying to Orion the gravity of the challenge he face
"I need your help," Erin pleaded with Jenna as she made her way to Jenna's cabin. Caught off guard by Erin's sudden appearance, her cousin paused momentarily, her eyebrows furrowing in surprise. However, she swiftly composed herself, her hands continuing their fluid motion as she applied blush to her cheeks with practiced precision. Raising an eyebrow at Erin's request, Jenna couldn't help but wonder if she was losing her mind, entertaining the thought of helping someone she had distanced herself from. Jenna paused her makeup routine, crossed her arms, and met Erin's gaze in the mirror. "Are you suggesting I aid in your escape?" "Yes," Erin replied. She felt desperate. Honey had assured her that staying on the current floor offered some safety, thanks to Boss Scar's protection. However, venturing to the main deck, where the cruise clients resided, seemed perilous; too many individuals there harbored ill intentions towards her, making escape unlikely and survival uncertain. "Tha
Erin was so taken aback that she found herself unable to form a response. "J-Jenna?" she stammered. The woman before her remained stoic. Her demeanor drastically altered after five long years. She moved with unsteady steps, avoiding Erin's gaze. Erin recalled Honey's account of a woman who had been mistreated almost to the point of death by Bald, staying inside a cabin to recuperate. Could that woman possibly be Jenna? Approaching her cousin cautiously, Erin asked, "What happened to you? Why are you here?" She reached out for Jenna's hand, only to have it swiftly withdrawn. "Don't feign concern now!" Jenna retorted sharply. Despite her surprise, Erin's concern for Jenna was genuine; she simply hadn't anticipated this turn of events. Jenna attempted to compose herself, her facade crumbling. "A woman I share a room with mentioned Boss Scar's involvement in your abduction. I need to know if it's true!" "You've seen me. Are you reveling in your revenge?" Erin questioned, grappling