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85.Could they be clues?
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My Dear Don: The Contract Marriage. 87."Legacy's Burden"
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My Dear Don: The Contract Marriage. 88."Confinement's Agonizing Wait"
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My Dear Don: The Contract Marriage. 89. Trying to negotiate
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My Dear Don: The Contract Marriage. 91.Memories
POV EmmaUpon seeing the image of Dr. Gabriel in front of me, millions of questions begin to form in my mind.And the first of them is:"What are you doing here?"'It's not what you're thinking, Emma. I was forced by this madman,' he whispered. 'You're not well, you need to go to the hospital.''Is it something with the baby?' I widened my eyes in shock.'I can't be sure here and now. We need equipment, an ultrasound, and so on.''How did he find you?' I raised my eyebrows.'I don't know. What I didn't know was that it was you who would be here; I don't cooperate with violence. But he threatened my mother. I'm sorry, Emma, I can't save you.'I sighed. Dr. Gabriel seemed like a nice person. It wasn't his fault, being threatened by a mad and lunatic person like Antonio; it wasn't his responsibility to risk himself to save me.'It's not your fault, Doctor,' I said, taking a deep breath. 'I mean, Gabriel.' I weakly smiled.He took some things from the first aid kit, and I watched closely
My Dear Don: The Contract Marriage. 92."Mysterious message"
Andrew Accepting the duel was the wisest thing I could have done. I knew I could risk it, lose, lose my entire empire and everything I had achieved, not at the hands of my father, but on my own. But for her it would be worth it. And for our baby, of course. I imagine myself as a father, a child running around this huge house, Emma smiling at me. There was so much nonsense I'd been thinking lately. Will she or he think I'm a good father? I hope they don't think I'm a pain in the ass. Clara leaves breakfast on the tray by the bedside. I turn to look, but I'm not hungry. "Sir, you need to eat," she says. "I'm not hungry, Clara, but thank you. She nods and leaves the room. I go to the shower room, take off my clothes, get in the shower and feel the hot water running down every inch of my abdomen. Even this reminds me of her. I remember Emma running her tongue over my defined abdomen and I get a fucking erection. Emma Campbell... How I wish you were here right now. I got ou
My Dear Don: The Contract Marriage. 93. "Combat"
POV Andrew I open the message left at the mansion's door calmly. The paper is a bit damp from the rain, but still legible. Written on it: “Andrew, be careful.” What the heck is this? Who left this here? Is it a threat or a warning? I couldn't grasp the underlying message. I head to security, approaching quickly while still holding the paper in my hand. “Who left this here?” I ask, displaying the note. “We don't know, sir. We didn't see anyone suspicious.” “Someone left this here. Check the cameras. Fast.” The man, as massive as a door and one of my most trusted guards, literally goes to the door and checks the cameras. I had an extensive surveillance system throughout the mansion, in every corner except bedrooms and bathrooms. I did it for my safety and everyone else's. My father was obsessed with this. I guess I inherited that trait, through exposure, of course. “Sir, there's nothing,” he said. “How can there be nothing? They left this here,” I said, indignant. “Actually,
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