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Thirty-Three.
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2024-10-29 19:42:56(Lily's POV)
After Alphonso's birthday and what he said to me in the car, I started to contemplate telling him the truth.I had come to love him, and I just felt that maybe it was time I just ripped off that bandage and told him the truth.I had no way of knowing how he would handle it, but the least I could do was tell him the truth. If he wanted to be there for me, well and good; if not, then I planned on leaving and never looking back.But I didn't know how to start.I did have a feeling that Lola wasn't just going to let the matter go. If she had come to our apartment building then, I had little time to come clean.Alphonso kissed me on the cheek, snapping me out of my thoughts.“Good morning, honey, did you really sleep?” He asked.I smiled and said, “Yeah, just woke up early.”Wrong. I hadn’t slept a wink.He frowned. “Are you okay?” He asked as he poured himself some coffee in his to-go cup.“I was thinking that maybe you and I coulRelated chapters
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THE GANGSTER'S FAKE WIFE Thirty-Five.
(Lily’s POV)I made sure to ask the doctor to forward me the test results via email. I decided to make a video to Alphonso explaining everything that happened from the point we crossed paths, to how I felt about him, to Lola coming to demand her life back and me refusing to give it back, up to where I got pregnant with his child, and even attaching the doctor’s report.I didn't plan on giving it to him, but instead I sent it to Nine with explicit instructions on what to do.I was sure Lola was going to want her life back now that she had nowhere else to turn. And she wasn't going to be nice about it.I, on the other hand, was happy to be having a child of my own.“How are you feeling today?” Alphonso asked when he came back from work and found me and Frank in the living room watching some children's movies.“I am feeling good, actually; maybe I should think about going back to work tomorrow.” I stated.“Not before we get the doctor's results.” He insisted
THE GANGSTER'S FAKE WIFE Thirty-Six.
(Chris’ POV)I was bored with the older woman I was living with. I had been saving up some money I had been taking from her account for when I was ready to leave.I had racked up around two hundred and fifty thousand dollars, and I was ready to leave.But I felt like I needed much more.I had organized for us to have this sensual massage session, where I would be massaging her while she massaged me.“Baby, I am even ashamed to ask you this, but I am in deep trouble.” I said this while I was massaging her.“Is it something I can help you with?” She asked as she moaned softly at the massage I was giving her.I sighed, “Or never mind.”She turned to look at me.“You know you can tell me anything, right?”“Remember that time I came home with bruises and I told you I was mugged?”She nodded.I hung my head in shame and said, “That wasn't true.”She placed her hand on mine to try to reassure me that she was there for me.“I actually
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THE GANGSTER'S FAKE WIFE Forty.
(Lily’s POV)A few weeks have passed since I left the hospital. Chris had been nice to me and very supportive.My baby bump was starting to form, and I was starting to be one of those annoying women who would love to tell anyone that looked at them that I was pregnant.Chris had moved us into this small town; I doubt it could be found online, maybe on a map, and I had begun baking and selling it to the people around town.“You don't have to stay here with me; I am more than capable of taking care of myself.” I told Chris as he helped me get the freshly baked cookies out of the oven.“Why would I do that? I am enjoying life as a baker now.” He joked.I chuckled as I shook my head. “This is the life I wanted, but you don't belong here. You are a city person.”He frowned. “What does that even mean?”“It means that sooner or later, this life is going to get boring for you.” I replied honestly.He shrugged, “and until then, I'll be here to help you.” He replied, “besides you will also get
THE GANGSTER'S FAKE WIFE Forty-One.
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THE GANGSTER'S FAKE WIFE Sixty-Eight.
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THE GANGSTER'S FAKE WIFE Sixty-Seven.
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THE GANGSTER'S FAKE WIFE Sixty-Six.
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THE GANGSTER'S FAKE WIFE Sixty-Five.
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THE GANGSTER'S FAKE WIFE Sixty-Four.
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THE GANGSTER'S FAKE WIFE Sixty-Three.
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THE GANGSTER'S FAKE WIFE Sixty-Two.
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