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**Mark's POV**The moment Nina walked into the party hall with Mr. Bernard, something shifted inside me. Today, I felt an unfamiliar ache—a strange, raw sensation tugging at me. I hadn’t been this affected by a woman in years, let alone cared enough to step in to protect one. Yet, when I saw a man daring to raise a hand to her, I acted before I could think, my hand instinctively reaching out to her waist. And now, here I was, still replaying that moment, haunted by the warmth and fragility I’d felt in my hold. Nina—my wife in name only—was different. She was unguarded, vulnerable, and it made me feel…responsible, maybe even possessive. She's looking so snatched and breathtaking tonight in her attire. I don't think I can resist her!But duty called, and I tore my gaze from her, watching as she disappeared into the crowd with Mr. Bernard. I took a deep breath, pulling my focus back to the present as I turned to Greg.“So, what was it you wanted to talk to me about?” I asked, keeping my
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Nina's POVAs Alexa flounced over to Mr. Lawrence, her face contorted into a perfect mask of innocence, her big, doe-like eyes brimming with fake vulnerability, I fought back an eyeroll. Her entire aura screamed, “Daddy’s little girl,” even though I knew—*we both knew*—this man wasn’t her father. From what I’d learned, he was a security captain for the Mark Group, not her biological father, nor any kind of family. But even if he is, I don't really care!But Alexa? She had this knack for twisting any situation, positioning herself as the blameless victim.“Daddy!” she cooed, clutching his arm. “This woman is stalking my boyfriend! She’s trying to humiliate me here, right in the middle of the party.”I almost laughed. “Humiliate you?” The words escaped me before I could help myself, disbelief painting my face.Mr. Lawrence cast a stern look in my direction, crossing his arms in a manner meant to intimidate. Alexa smirked, waltzing back to Jordan, who patted her back with a satisfied smi
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Nina's POVI steadied myself, my fingers curling tighter around Mark’s arm as I glanced at the murmuring crowd. Alexa’s voice sliced through the low hum of chatter. She looked at me with a mixture of triumph and mockery, her eyes gleaming like a predator that had found its prey. Meanwhile, Jordan’s narrowed gaze bore into me with a fury that simmered just below the surface. My heart pounded, but I forced myself to remain calm, keeping my expression neutral as I looked on. They wanted a reaction out of me, a hint of insecurity or fear—but I wouldn’t give them that satisfaction.Just as I tried to focus elsewhere, a figure approached. I immediately recognized the man who had been one of the many people gossiping about me when I entered the room. He was handsome, with a smirk that was more venom than charm. As he walked closer, he didn’t bother hiding his disdain, his gaze fixated on me with an intensity that was unsettling. Mark's posture shifted subtly beside me, his shoulders tensing.
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Nina's POVThe woman Mark called "Grandma" walked in with a young girl at her side, holding her hand. She looked like she was in her late seventies, yet despite her age, her skin was remarkably smooth, glowing with the kind of radiance only the very wealthy seemed to possess. It was hard not to be in awe of her presence, exuding elegance and dignity with every step she took across the polished marble floor. The opulent environment around her seemed to pale in comparison to her calm, commanding aura. As she walked towards us, Sarah’s face lit up with a polite smile that barely masked her smugness."Mrs. Santiago," Sarah greeted, her voice laced with charm, "I am so very happy to see you today. You look as gorgeous as always."Mrs. Santiago reached out, gently grasping Sarah’s hands as she smiled warmly. “And you, my dear, look lovely as well. I'm delighted to see you here. Such an honor.”Their exchange had an air of familiarity, an easy confidence that made me feel slightly out of pla
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Nina's POV I couldn’t help but keep my smile soft yet pointed. The reactions around the room varied – Mark, Jasper, and Alexa all wore different shades of surprise on their faces, while Mrs. Santiago continued her gift-giving exchange with Sarah, completely oblivious to the silent tension brewing around us. I could sense the glances darting in my direction, wondering what on earth a “poor girl” like me could be planning.Just then, Mark who had been observing silently by my side, drew closer and whispered anxiously into my ear, "Nina, what are you planning to do? If you don’t stop this right now, I might not be able to help you later." His voice had a tinge of panic, and I knew he was worried. I merely tilted my head toward him with a serene smile, refusing to give away my thoughts. Oh, they’d see soon enough.Sarah, meanwhile, had her entire focus on Mrs. Santiago, flashing that same rehearsed smile as the next gift box was brought forward by the staff. She was so absorbed in the mo
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