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★★★★Katherine received a letter in an envelope after returning home, handed to her by a servant, but there was nothing written on the envelope, which aroused questions in her mind. She was perplexed when she discovered that letter because she could not conclude who could give her a letter, nor could she associate it with anything business-related.“Kat," Katherine’s mother called her daughter lovingly as she approached her. “Avoid becoming unhappy about the subjects you witnessed in Mackenzie's house because we have assured you that William would marry you, and he will be held accountable for what he has done. I am struggling to figure out what foreign thoughts were going through his mind when he selected that girl over you. You are not only the princess of the house but also the heir of Hughes' business," Katherine's mother murmured, rubbing her daughter's hair tenderly in an attempt to alleviate her daughter's suffering, which William and that woman had caused by making a romanti
★★★★ "You expected to sleep easily after killing Henry Mackenzie. Your true character is soon going to be exposed in front of everyone, but especially to William, and your condition is going to get more appealing to the eye." This was what the letter said, and when Katherine read it, she started to perspire and felt the floor beneath her feet tremble as she rested on the edge of her bed. Her thoughts went numb from the intense anxiety that possessed her body, and she was unable to figure out who had sent her this. Her gut clenched in horror as the letter nearly took her life away. Despite her immense pressure her brain failed to construct anything that could ease the storm in her heart. She held the paper again in front of her face, and muttered, "Who is this?" Her gaze was filled with terror. She grabbed her phone and called the guy she had paid to assassinate Henry. Unluckily for her, the call did not connect. She tried calling the number numerous times, but it was inaccessible.
★★★★★Danielle accompanied Monica later the same day. They giggled at simple things and chatted for an extended period about their lives. Monica mentioned William's initial encounter with her. She suspected William to be a thief, and as a result, the night of their encounter was chaotic. This insignificant time also made them both feel happier.“I know this will sound incorrect because your condition is not acceptable,"Danielle paused, biting the corner of her lips, because she was hesitant to discuss it yet wanted Monica to accept it.“MY CONDITION! really!?" Monica rolled her eyes because everyone was treating her as if she had just returned from the hospital after a month away."I am wonderful. My body is not experiencing any difficulty, and the doctor has advised me to rest for just one day before returning to my regular activities," Monica stated, stretching her legs out on the couch and drawing the warm blanket over her body, while Danielle sat on a different couch covered
★★★★ “Don't you believe my surroundings are less complicated now?” William answered by taking a pen off the table and signing some documents. He put down the pen and placed the papers in a file before putting them in a drawer. "Are you determined to destroy him?" Sam inquired with a serious tone as he observed William sign those papers that he had stored in a drawer for a long time and never touched. However, his signing of the papers today demonstrated that he was prepared to take over the Mackenzie family. “He must reap the consequences of his actions. There must be a specific reason for me to come back to my life for the second time, and this purpose is for," William murmured, leaning back in his chair and looking at the ceiling with clouded eyes. Winston had no idea what kind of man William became. Last day, Winston was weeping bitterly in front of his son's grave, but returning to the house, Winston began urging William that he had to marry Katharine right away in order to
★★★★"Are you crazy, Winston? You are thinking about his nuptials while your son passed away just today. Oh, Jesus! I am puzzled by what kind of mindset you're nurturing inside of yourself that is simply concerned with monetary wealth," Jayla yelled out, shoving Winston away from her with storms of wrath, since Winston laid out how selfish a father he could be, even his son's death would not stop him from wanting money.This was a damn day when he laid the soil on his son's tomb, Henry. Chuffing Hell! This individual identified himself as a father.“William also happens to be my son, and the marriage is vital for both of the families that we share. Since Hughes was concerned about his daughter, I feel that we should not make things difficult for both of us. I have a great deal of pain for my baby, Henry, and unfortunately, there is nothing I am able to do to bring him back," Winston raged at Jayla when she was unable to understand that they could not allow their current circumstanc
★★★ “Don't force me to beat you! Sam is right here with us. A screen cannot prevent his brain from envisioning things that are obvious for a brain to think about." Monica pointed out, lifting her finger to William's face with a snarl. She was unable to believe that a man like him existed. He was planning to do something stupid on the plane while Sam was flying in the same plane with them. It would be unfair to take simply Sam's name considering the plane also had a pilot and two other men on board for maintenance purposes. “Unless you make your voice enable for others to hear, no one will imagine anything," William muttered, unbuckling Monica's seatbelt without her realizing it and yanking her from her chair. She fell onto his lap, her eyes startled. "Someone could accidentally push the curtain aside and we will get no second to arrange ourselves. Look, I worry about my image," Monica snarled her words as she struggled to stand from his lap; the next second, she was again pulled do
★★★★“Then you ought to release me instead of aggravating my circumstance further," Monica mumbled in a trembling voice, clamping her eyelids shut as her pleasure overtook her, preventing her from asking him to stop what he was doing. Meanwhile, William instructed her to keep quiet so that no one else could hear her voice, even though it was he who intentionally placed her in this predicament.“I want to drink something. You are not harsh enough to deprive me of my thirst, in my opinion,"William muttered a sly gleam in his eyes, and his tongue found its way to the base of her earlobe, triggering a surge of pleasure to spread throughout every fiber of her being. She let out a cry, "Ummmm! Give up your deliberate agitation!"“I do not see my intended stir causing inconvenience to your body; rather, I believe it is ready to sail on the sea of joy,"William grinned and carefully moved his finger inside her, generating a sullen annoyance on her face. William was aware that Monica wan
★★★★ Monica placed both of her hands over William's head and grasped his hair, giving a bit to her inner cheek when his tongue stroked gently to her Clit. She was inadvertently drawing herself closer to his mouth in order to allow his tongue to go deeper inside her. Her body left her brain to experience the thrill on its own after it dropped into a cloudy cauldron. Her body was aching for his touches, her breasts swelled with ecstasy. Her mind was no longer focused on people or circumstances, but it was clear that she did not want William to stop. In addition, there would be no ambiguity if Monica referred to this pleasure as torture, but she still desired to feel it. Monica soon let go of the nectar on the tip of his tongue, and as he licked her pouring honey, her legs trembled as her back arched up. She was reluctant to discharge on his face since it felt gross to her, but she had no control over herself. Monica slumped back into her seat, panting for air, as she loosened the hol