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That way no one would guess that under the polyester waitress uniform and plastered on smile was Detective Natalia Morozova, from the federal undercover. But here, I wasn’t Natalia I was Alina Sokolov, an overworked waitress at Dmitri’s, the city’s most exclusive and expensive Russian restaurant this is the kind of place where one bottle of vodka cost more than my monthly rent, and where every guest here is from a high profile and rich family. I started walking towards table seven to deliver they orders but as I moved closer to table seven, my heart beat was increasing, I can't fuck up tonight this might be my only chance to get this close to him.

Too tired to fight back against Liam’s provocations, so the best choice was to let him talk to himself. His words still hovered in my mind. You’re just my daughter’s nanny. I should be used to it, I should know I couldn’t expect anything different from Liam Blackthorne. But it hurt. It hurt as if he had torn a piece out of me. But what can I expect? I really am nothing more than the useless employee of an arrogant, widowed billionaire.

he continued, “then she has been close enough to hear us, copy Adelaide’s voice, reach St. Agnes, and leave before Theodore could follow.” Violet remembered the woman in the trees. Dark coat. Blue ribbon around her wrist. Teddy was always easy to train. She swallowed. “What does she want?” “My mother never wanted one thing,” Gideon said. “That is what made her useful.” “To who?” “Alistair. Briar. The Widow’s Fund. Families who needed girls to become someone else.” Theodore’s voice was low. “And now?” Gideon did not answer. Violet did. “Now she wants to finish a file.”

Natasha is a 15yr-old- girl with a pure heart and soul of an angel, a cute smile and a weird sense of humour that turns a bit humiliating sometimes. She is gorgeous and elegant, however, she wasn't the same since childhood. She had a few awful years in her life and was continuously persecuted for being chubby and possessing acne-prone skin. Nevertheless, puberty hit her hard and she fought a war in the gym.

she said ushering me in while I trailed behind her slowly, I got into the mansion and was amazed by the sight in front of me, it was extremely beautiful, how can only one family live in such a big house??, I was really speechless, i kept on admiring the entire environment until we've gotten inside. the big royal door opened, ushering us in, the house was beyond beautiful, I tried as much as possible to maintain my composure as i scoured my eyes round the sitting room. As we approach the dinning room, we met a beautiful woman sitting in the dinning with a maid dressing her hair, the woman's face beamed in delight immediately she saw us coming, I guess she must be Madam Caroline.

Sophie Willow called Authur, the phone rang two times before he pick up. "Instead of you to give me grandchildren, you are busy fighting with your wife. Are you suppose to be fighting her right now? You better settle the fight before you come back home today or I won't even know what I will do to you." Before Authur could say anything. She cut the call and went about doing her business, she has just said her piece. Natasha arrives at the dry cleaner, the clothes is already cleaned and neatly folded. She followed the address he gave her yesterday and made her way to the Bowen Garden. The scenery there was beautiful, with the ocean on the left and naturally at Bowen garden.. The property price

As the SUV pulled away, Genevieve stood alone for a moment, the echoes of laughter in the park still ringing in her ears. ---- Later that evening, she arrived at Ravenhurst Lane for the Widow's Club meeting. She didn't feel the how she felt when she first arrived there, she felt calmer. All fourteen women were present, seated around the long table. The air was heavy with perfume, ambition, and something darker. One by one, reports were given by each widow. Some contained reports of seduction, others contained how they used the children of their clients against them, and the rest contained how they stole incriminating videos and documents and used them to blackmail their clients.

Her lipstick matched the folder in her hand: crimson, deliberate. “Well,” she said, taking in his rolled sleeves and the faint scent of roses that clung to him, “the rumors are true. You finally found someone to scandalize me with.” “Good morning, Natasha.” “Morning for you, perhaps. For me, it’s a PR apocalypse.” She tossed a tablet onto his desk. Headlines blazed across it: The Billionaire and the Widow. Love in Bloom, Stocks in Question. “You couldn’t have chosen a quieter woman?”

Natasha’s Pov The annual party was today and I had no choice to attend as a representative for my family, since my parents and brother were overseas for business. Sidney had a prior meeting, so she would arrive later. My makeup was done and I put on a black silk gown that showed off my curves. My hair packed in a tight bun, diamonds on my ears and neck. As I stepped into the room, the air shifted, eyes followed me, whispering. I had been dubbed as the heartless fiancée who brought bad luck all thanks to Ashley. Liam's family was in charge of hosting the party this year.

She had that energy—carefree, like shopping was therapy. “I need to get him some clothes from the children’s section. Will you be okay here?” “Sure,” I replied casually. “We’ll be back in five.” She winked, though I almost laughed. Sarah and five minutes in a boutique? That was the real fantasy. I turned toward a nearby display, trailing my fingers along a rack of silky black dresses when I heard the voice that could sour milk. “Well, look what the wind blew in—if it isn’t the Black Widow herself. Or should I say, Slut Queen?”