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Welcome To The King Brothers Series (Thane King, Axel King, Knox King, Maverick King)

14/07/2026

28/06/2026

🎀HER. DEVIANT. MONSTER🎀

(🎭His. Deadly. Obsession🎭)

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(Craving a mafia princess)

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Chapter 25&26.

★

"Do it Sweetheart, kîll me now and free yourself from this monster. This is the only chance you'd ever get, because after this, not even dèath can save you from me."

The knife felt heavy in Lucy's grip as she watched this madman kneeling before her with a panic induced expression on her face. Her ears are seriously finding it hard to comprehend what he's saying.

He just asked her to kîll him.

He gave her the chance, willingly laying himself down to be wasted, just so she'd free herself.

He always says he doesn't give choices, but he just gave her one.

But why hasn't said sliced his throat and watch his head roll off the bed with a blôody thud?

Why is her hand shaking?

"Stop doing this. Messing with my head, trying to make me look crazy just to fit yourself in my life. Because I'm not, I want normal!" She slammed the knife on his chest and it fell off on his lap.

His eyes slowly slide down, staring at the knife sitting on his lap, her only opportunity of redeeming herself being thrown away.

"You should have kîlled me when I gave you the chance." He drawls, slowly picking up the knife and twirling the handle between his index and thumb finger.

Lucy's throat bobs as she kneeled in front of him as well, even at that, he's so much taller, staring up at the ethereal shadow staring down at her.

What ever did she do to deserve his attention?

Will she ever be able to get rid of him?

"I don't want your dirty blood on my hands." She spat and even though she can't see his face— or even his mask because he's a fuçking psycho who hates light. She felt his demeanor changed instantly.

A startled gasp escaped her lips as he pressed the sharp blade against her throat, her whole body freezes, her free hand flying out and grabbing his shoulder and she almost felt him wince a little. That's where he got shot.

"You speak of me as if I'm a disease."

"You are a disease!"

"One you will never be able to get rid of now. I gave you a chance, didn't I? Fuçk morals, but posterity will be on my side when judgment comes." He muttered, leaning towards her and the blade cuts into her skin.

She sealed her eyes shut as small bloôd trickle down her throat. Just a small cut, but the hole it left in her heart would be deep enough to bury a full human.

"You are sick." She managed to utter and she felt something else replace the knife on her throat.

It's more warmer, and so fuçking hot that a involuntary moan slipped free.

Her eyes widened.

And that's when she realized it's his tongue, licking up the bloôd running down her neck and unto her collar bone.

"Then be my cure." He said and just like that, he's slipping his tongue into her parted lips and a tear slipped free, because she just know he's going to break her.

And maybe.... Maybe she'd break him too.

★

Lucy watched the open door with a haunting expression on her face. Her eyes focused on the door her mysterious stalker just stepped out from, after kissing the remaining functioning brain cells away from her head, he unchained her and left.

Just like that.

Like, nothing else mattered than just her pretty body.

Isn't that what he wants?

To ruin her?. Taint her innocence?

Bring hell down unto her, but he still wants more.

He wants to destroy more than just her subconsciousness.

He's also interested in wrecking havock on her vagîna.

He hasn't been subtle about his intentions.

And she'll never, ever be a plaything to a monster. She'd rather swallow her own eyes than to have anything to do with him.

Blowing out a breath, she stared at the the pink, bullet necklace he gave her— or rather, forced her to wear. It's very beautiful, until people start noticing it and then it'll be not.

Annoyance takes over and reached behind her to take it off. He doesn't own her, he can't tell her what to do!

But as she touched the necklace, a gutty feeling bridges her throat. It's so thick that her hands dropped instantly on each side of the bed.

If she takes it off, then he's really going to hurt her. Or maybe... Kyle.

Kyle?

She's supposed to meet him up to make up for how she treated him.

•Don't go.

That nagging voice said and Lucy let's out a strangled sound. Fuçk. Even her own thoughts are against her now.

"I need to live a normal life for once before it's been taken away from me." Lucy said, standing up but that voice comes again. Much aggressive and intent.

•You would only end up kîlling the poor guy.

Lucy paused at the thought.

She knows hanging around Kyle is very dangerous. Putting his life on the line, but at the same time, she wants something different for once.

Why would her life be dedicated by someone else?

First fate.

Then her parents.

Then circumstances.

And now a complete stranger who just wants nothing but her pûssy?

No.

It ends now.

She doesn't give a fuçk about what will happen. Consequences be damned.

Fuçk Axel.

Fuçk her mysterious stalker.

The both of them can go to hell.

She wants someone who understands her. Someone who wouldn't dictate her life for her.

Straightening up, her hand curled around the bullet dangling on her chest and a sudden sense of confidence thrummed into her veins.

"My life, my choices." She muttered, entering the bathroom and washing up to get ready for bed.

★

★Moscow, Russia★

(Secret Headquarters)

Adrian is sitted stonicly on the table in front of his men sorting out illegal cash been brought in after a successful shipment, the room is filled with stacks of bills, and several associates are busy counting and packaging the money.

Adrian beckoned for Sergei to step closer, his eyes are trained on Sal— who's job is to make sure that the money is been properly làundered and invested in legitimate business.

Sergei approached Adrian and after a brief, silent convo, Adrian voice booms over the activities, and everyone straightened up in respect.

"Sal.... Come have a word with me." Adrian said and Sal's eyes widened slightly but he was quick enough to mask it. He dropped the huge bag filled with money and carefully approached Adrian.

Sergei is staring at Sal with a sly smrik, crossing his arms on his chest.

"Pakhan." Sal bowed a little, and Adrian released an exasperated sigh, he hates when anyone thinks they're smart enough to steal from him.

Although, situations like this are mostly handled by Sergei. And Karie overseas the online finances. But today, he decided to see for himself how these people operate.

Sergei had once reported Sal's sneaky movements a few weeks ago, of course he'd doubted, but he just saw something with his own eyes.

"Give me what you took." Adrian said and Sal blinked repeatedly, feigning ignorance.

"I didn't take anything." Sal said, all the six men behind him are watching with skepticism, their hearts literally beating wildly in their throat.

"Don't make me ask you again, Sal. You've been working with me for years now, don't you think it'd be sad to just lose your life over a bundle of my cash?" Adrian asked and Sal's eyes shown with pure fear.

He knows he's been caught. And now there's no way to lie.

"I-i can explain." Sal muttered, reaching behind his pocket and pulling out a bundle of cash. Adrian smirked, leaning forward and grabbing the wad, he stared at the back and front before tossing it to the ground.

"Do you know what I hate most?" Adrian asked, and before Sal could get a word out, the feel of a metal end is placed at the back of his head. This is like watching your life blink before your eyes on steady repeat.

"I just had to do it. I needed the money." Sal voiced out.

"Don't I pay you enough?. Triple wad of what you just stole?. Don't I fuçking take care of your family?. Sal, why would you think it's worth it to risk stealing from me?" Adrian asked, watching Sal cower on his feet.

"It's not what you think." Sal breaths out.

"I'm pretty sure it's not." Adrian tsks. "But the rules are always the rules."

"Pakhan..." Sal trails off has the barrel of the gun clicked, his whole body going into shock mode.

"You steal from me?.... You die." Adrian said, and before Sal could refute, his eyes are being blown out from behind, hitting the ground and Adrian smirked as he watched the thief drop to the ground.

"This is a message to y'all." Sergei said and all six men nod lightly.

★

★Office Room★

Hailey gasped audibly as she placed both hands over her mouth, her eyes are marred in horror as she watched one of the guys being shot dèad on the spot.

Karie's unmovable stance is clearly felt by Hailey. The young princess doesn't look shaken, in fact, it's like she has seen situations like multiple times over the years.

And it's true.

Being the financial manager, Karie has witnessed different things like this happening, so seeing a few bloôd spill tonight doesn't faze her— in fact, nothing fazes her.

"He just got kîlled." Hailey muttered to herself, taking her hands off her mouth and Karie released a strained breath. Bending over and exiting the camera app, swiftly entering the folder that's meant to upload the day's finances.

Since they're the one's in charge of making the money look legitimately invested.

"Will you stop being a baby?" Karie snapped lightly, concentrating on what she knows how to do best. "The only way to take care of a thief is by taking them out, permanently." She adds.

"You don't feel bad?. Not even a little bit?. You just watched your father kîlled someone, and you don't even feel bothered about it." Hailey said and Karie slowly lifted her head to glare at her.

"This is our world, Hailey. You knew what you wanted to do when my Mom hired you to work for me. You knew what happened to untrustworthy people." Karie said and Hailey pushed the chair out slightly. The move had to make Karie step back as well.

"I know...."

"My Dad isn't evil." Katie interrupted her immediately. "You saw what happened there didn't you?. He wouldn't have kîlled him, if he hadn't stolen. And mind you, that isn't the first time Sal has stolen from us. Sergei had been reporting the situation and my Dad bluntly refused to believe, so seeing it for himself felt like betrayal." Karie adds.

Hailey slowly stood up, watching Katie turn around and focused on what she's doing.

"Are you trying to defend your Dad for what he did?" Hailey asked and that made Karie turned around again sharply.

"Excuse me?. What the fuçk is wrong with you?." Karie asked, completely upset with where the conversation is headed.

"Your Dad could have simply arrested him, or maybe torture him. But he just ended his life...."

"And I will end yours if you keep talking!" Karie cuts her off with a snap and Hailey's mouth sealed shut instantly.

Both ladies are glaring at each other, although Hailey isn't exactly glaring at Karie, but the heated tension is there.

Taking intimidating steps, Karie slowly stalked towards Hailey, and thank God she's putting on heels so they're the same height when she stopped right in front of her, not leaving any space between them.

"You don't talk about my father that way, especially not in front of me or anyone else. There are no mild punishment for betrayals." She said, her tone laced with fury. "And that applies to everyone."

"Does that mean..."

"Yes." Karie cuts her off. "I won't hesitate to end you if I find out you aren't trustworthy enough to be my assistant." She adds and Hailey slowly nods.

"I understand." Hailey said.

"You'd better." Karie bites out sharply.

★

★Book Store★

Lucy stood in front of the biggest shelf in her favorite book store, different rows of the darkest book she could think of staring back at her and her insides tingle.

If she's going to write a book of her own, then she needs to explore others before writing hers.

Picking out a book, she examined the cover, her eyes tracing the beautiful arts on it, and when she flipped a few pages open, her eyes widened and she shoved the book back into its place.

Something familiar strikes through her, heat brewing deep within her throat and she stepped back, only to collide with something hotter than how she's feeling already.

"Are you scared of a book?" Kyle's voice pe*****tes her ears —and for some reason, she wished it'd pe*****te somewhere else. A sudden calmness took over her but she doesn't turn around.

"Are you stalking me?" She asked, ignoring his question, because it has a lot to do with a certain madman she doesn't want to think about. He's already way too much in her head.

"Are you scared?" He asked, and she slowly turned around to look at him.

His deep blue eyes staring down at her, his Viking blonde hair framing his breathtaking face. He looks like every prince charming you could possibly think of.

She's not scared of him, not even a little bit. Because he doesn't radiate that dèadly desire to ruin her. Instead he wants to get to know her. He's normal and for once in her life, she wants to have a taste of what's like being with someone who isn't filled with so many complications.

"I'm not scared. It's actually cute though." She chuckled lightly, letting her eyes take in the rest of his outfit. He looks like a CEO that he is. His suit in contrast to his appearance, and the fact that he has the height to go with it for days.

"You call this cute?" Kyle gestured at himself. "I'm wounded." He pouts and just like that, the mission that brought her to the store is flying out the window.

She's always known Kyle would be an attraction, but she didn't know it'd be this much, this overwhelming, this out-of-the-world experience.

"Well, suck it up and go dye your hair black." She jokes, laughing it off but Kyle isn't laughing.

She noticed after a few seconds later that he wasn't laughing with her and she paused to look at him and her lips parted slightly. Jesus, the intensity at which he's staring at her right now made her wrap her hands around herself, it's so hot.

"Like Axel King, ain't it?. You think he's scary because he's a black haired guy, don't you?" He asked and her throat dried up instantly.

"I was just joking, of course not!" She said, giving him a quirky stare.

"You joke about a lot of things, beautiful, but I wanna take you seriously so no, I don't think I want this to be a joke." He said so seriously that she had to wave her hand over his face for clarity.

"Jesus Christ, Kyle, you are giving me the creeps, stop it." She laughed out, turning around to continue her browsing when a strong hand cups her nape and turned her back swiftly.

She yelped, completely surprised, but it got muffled as her lips got attacked with a ferocious one that sucked all the air right out of her lungs and straight into his, breathing life back into her and filling her up all over again.

Holy shît.

It took her at least, ten seconds to organize herself before slowly kissing him back, her eyes sealed shut as his tongue explored every inch of her taste buds. The feeling is so mutual and strong that she melts into the kiss before she even realized it.

"Don't turn away from me again, beautiful." Kyle murmured against her lips, and a whimper fell straight for the deepest part of her throat. She curled her fingers on the front of his suit as their faces are now inches apart.

The eye contact is maddening, their breath hitting each other's faces, and that shît is affecting Lucy more than it should.

"I won't." She said breathlessly, the feeling of him letting his hands dropped to the apex of her thighs and hiking her upward with ease, she released that sweet sound that sent fire crackers down Kyle's spine and the next thing, her back is colliding with the shelf filled with books behind her.

She never knew this side of Kyle existed until today.

"Kiss me." Lucy muttered, and just like that, he's capturing her lips in the most nastiest kiss ever. And the murmurings from other people close by couldn't even break the moment.

★

It's been exactly eleven years, but even with her lost memories, Cecily will never be able to forget this particular house. The same house that haunted her with relentless pains. The same house that broke her completely.

Crackling her knuckles, she walked up to the threshold, her memories are coming back in bits, but she hasn't told Nanny Fair about it, besides, they're training her to be an àssassin without her consent, but at the same time, she loves the power that comes with the knowledge of knowing you can do whatever you want.

A small smile tipped her lips as she pushed the door open, and immediately the smile turned into a disgusted frown. The living room smells like a dèad rat been locked up for years. Everything looks well kept but dang, the smell is awful.

"What the fuçk?" She immediately fixes her mask properly, even with that, she can still smell the stench.

The living room is empty. So she immediately took the stairs, she stepped on the second floor and carefully checked the five rooms in there but found nothing.

"She can't possibly be dèad now, is she?" Cecily muttered to herself, stepping out and heading for the fourth floor which is the last. She pushed the first room in the hallway open, Immediately she spotted an old woman standing on the balcony without barricade separating her from the edge.

Ms Olivia.

Her worst nightmare.

She's now very old, probably in her nineties.

Cecily's high heel boots clicked with each step she took towards the old woman, and Olivia ears perked up on the sound. Holding onto her favorite stick, she slowly turned around and released a startled sound at the masked girl in a bodysuit walking up to her.

"W-who are you?" Olivia's weak voice asked and Cecily stopped at the door of the balcony, leaving just a small distance between them.

"You couldn't have possibly forgotten about me, Master." Cecily's chilly voice rattled, and Olivia's eyes widened, the wrinkles behind them straining as recognition settled into her worn out guts.

Cecily takes off her mask, tucking it in her hold and smriking at the woman who had once pushed her down the stairs, burnt her with a hot iron, locked her up for weeks without food.

Olivia immediately sensed the hate radiating off Cecily and she stepped back slightly.

"You are alive?." Olivia asked and Cecily shrugged.

"Beats me." Cecily mused. "I was shot right on the forehead, I saw my life floating away but it suddenly got caught and shoved back into my chest. I would have dîed." Cecily said and Olivia's stared at her speechlessly.

"Cecily...."

"But who have punished you for all what you've done to me if I'd dîe?" Cecily asked, and Olivia moved backwards but gasped as her feet reached the edge.

"It's been years, I blindly treated you with so much hate because...."

"Don't fuçking feed me excuses!" Cecily snatched Olivia's stick and the old woman paled instantly. Cecily tossed the stick recklessly on the ground, and stumped on it, breaking the thick wood into two.

"I wronged you." Olivia confessed. "But no amount of apology would make up for everything I have done to you. Look at me?" Olivia suddenly chuckled lightly. "Am a childless, single, lonely, old, wretched woman!" She yelled out fraily. "I have nothing to lose even if you kîll me." She adds.

The old Cecily would have melted like a puddle at the confession. The old Cecily was so naive, and fuçking soft. A clueless girl who knows nothing about standing up for herself.

"You are so wrong." Cecily muttered, stepping forward and Olivia tried moving back but half of her feet are already off the edge. She's tittering on the edge, almost falling off.

"Who turned you into this?. This wasn't how I trained you." Olivia asked, feeling even worse than she already felt.

"Let's just say I got a better Master. And she taught me that no matter what, revenge is one of the most important things to achieve in life." Cecily said and Olivia slowly lifted her hands, the flesh wrinkled and old.

"I don't need you to push me. I will do it myself." Olivia said and Cecily's eyes swelled in amusement as she grabbed one of Olivia's held up hand. The old woman whimpered in pain as Cecily tightened her fists angrily around the old flesh.

"This is my revenge, old woman." Cecily muttered and Olivia's eyes widened. With just a single push, Olivia comes falling down the edge from the fourth floor, and Cecily cocked her head sideways with a satisfied smirk.

Olivia's body would be taken care of, and now, she can finally focus on her main target.

★

★Axel's Room★

"What the hell dude." Maverick voiced out immediately he stepped into Axel's dark room and paused a few feet into the living room. He's staring at nothing in particular because he can't see anything, but the sounds of something moving reached his ears.

"Get out." Axel's voice comes from the kitchen's direction and Maverick raised an eyebrow.

"Turn on your fuçking lights, you need to see this shît trending all over the internet." Maverick said, not daring to move because unlike Axel, he can't fuçking see in the dark.

"I'm fuçking busy." Axel sounds annoyed, whatever the fuçk he's throwing is getting faster, and that made Maverick rolled his eyes. He took his phone out and turned on the light.

"If you aren't busy fuçking, then you are not busy at all." Maverick sassed, directing the light emitting from his phone to where Axel's voice is coming from and a small laugh bubbled out of him.

"I'm gonna dart holes into your face if you don't get the fuçk out right now." Axel threatened, throwing the dart he's been shooting on a dart board with Kyle's pictures glued to it firmly, and the dart it's it straight up in the eye.

"You know what will be more fun?." Maverick asked, stepping closer and Axel glared at him. "Capturing this fuçker and actually drilling holes into his face and then we'd cut of his tongue for touching what's yours." He adds and Axel pushed back to stare at his brother.

"What the fúck are you talking about?" Axel asked, turning on the chair properly and clapping his hands, immediately the lights came on and he rolled his eyes as he Maverick came into view in nothing but boxers.

"You haven't seen it yet?. It happened like six hours ago or something." Maverick smirked, turning off the lights to his phone and Axel immediately reached for his on the table that's close to his favourite knife.

Immediately he logged into his socials, the first picture that popped up on his feed had his vision turning red. He didn't even know he was squeezing his phone too hard until the screen cracked.

"Shît, he had his whole tongue down her throat, and she fuçking choked on it." Maverick teased. "Wonder what she'll be choking on next?. His dîck?" He adds and Axel's phone comes smashing on his head.

Maverick let's out a yelp as Axel's phone hits his head with an audible crack, the device bouncing off his head and breaking on the floor. Maverick held the pained part of his head— that's no doubt with a swell.

"Fu***ng hell, dude!" Maverick called out in pain. "You wanna give me a concussion?" He adds.

"I'm gonna do more than breaking your head if you don't shut your wide mouth." Axel seethe.

He grabbed his knife and Maverick thought he wanted to stab him with it but instead, the knife is diving into the dart, and hitting Kyle's head, piercing into the fridge and hooking up there.

Rage isn't the word that could describe how Axel is feeling right now — he is fuçking irate.

The urge to go on a bloôd rampage rushes through him but he forced himself to remain calm.

If Kyle thinks he could easily compete with him?. Then he's having a whole lot coming his way — dèath included.

"I'm gonna kîll him." Axel voiced out his thoughts and Maverick's eyes lit up in excitement, but when he noticed Axel wasn't smiling, a concerned expression crossed his features.

"Axel, you are joking right?. You won't actually kîll him just because he kissed a girl he has every right to." Maverick asked and Axel reached for the knife that's pinned to the fridge.

"Has every right to?. What part of 'She's fuçking mine' don't y'all understand?" Axel asked, holding up the knife recklessly, and Maverick moved back a little.

"Until she's actually yours, then you don't have the right to kîll him." Maverick said and paused to see Axel holding the handle of the knife properly. "But since Kyle wants to play games, I guess I can help you with a few pointers on how to ruin his party coming up in a few days." He adds and Axel stopped dangling his knife.

Maverick released a little sigh, he knows just how unhinged Axel is, and there's no way he wouldn't have stabbed him if he'd say something stupid.

"Why should I do what you have in mind?" Axel asked and Maverick smriked.

"Let's just say I helped Thane got rid of Travis, and I don't mind helping you ruin Kyle's party. Oh, we'll be needing Knox's help too." He said and Axel frowned immediately.

"Why Knox?. You want him to lecture me on why I shouldn't fight for what's mine, and how he thinks I might actually stab myself one day with my knife?." He asked and Maverick chuckled lightly.

"We need him to wipe the video of Kyle kissing her off the internet. It's getting way more recognition than yours." Maverick muttered with a sly smrik.

"You wanna know what will get more recognition?" Axel asked, stepping closer to Maverick who's already heading for the door.

"What? I already know my dîck does." He teased, getting under Axel's skin even though he knows he's putting his life on the line for a few laughs.

"Yeah, It wouldn't be so fun when I cut it off. Get the fuçk out of my room." Axel mumbled glaring at Maverick as he stepped out and Axel slammed his door shut.

Maverick's plan might sound fun, but what's fun without a little bloôdshed?

Aiming for the fridge from the distance, Axel throws the knife and it went straight for the head of Kyle that's glued to it, hitting it without a miss and Axel released a small sigh.

"I will definitely be needing a new refrigerator." He muttered, hitting his phone and immediately, Lucy's movements around her house comes into view, and a wicked smirk tilts Axel's lips.

★

★Melanie/Thane penthouse★

Melanie rushed down the stairs as the incessant knocking on the front door continues to disturb her evening nap. She rubs her eyes tiredly as she hits the landing, and an annoyed look framed her face.

"You were here all these while and someone has been trying to bring down the door?. What the hell, Thane?" Melanie scolded, but Thane's eyes are guled to his screen.

She rubs her forehead, giving him a pointed look as she noticed the noise cancelling headphone on his head, he didn't intentionally ignore her or the knocking.

Thane's eyes lifted from the screen as if sensing Melanie's presence, and he tipped the headphone back to smile at her.

"Why are you glaring at me, Sunshine. Need something?" Thane asked and Melanie rolled her eyes.

"I will just get the door." She said, sighing as she crossed over and opened the door with a frown on her face.

Her frown deepens as she stared at the person standing on the other side in the most flashiest dress she's even seen, her eyes taking in the whole place and when it lands on Melanie, a audible gasp filled the small space.

"Darling?" Samantha called out, staring at Melanie and completely out of her element. Her daughter is pregnant and she never knew.

"What are you doing here, Samantha?" Melanie asked with a glare and Samantha couldn't believe her ears.

"Did you just call me by my name?" Samantha asked, staring behind to see maybe there's someone else there, before looking back at Melanie.

"Yes. And you are in my house." Melanie glared at her. "I was about having a good nap before you came knocking on my door and threatening to bring it down. What are you doing here?" She asked and Samantha scoffed.

"You are exactly like your Dad." Samantha huffed, looking around the house before giving Melanie a once over. "Fuçking rude and ungrateful." She adds.

"First off, I don't have a Father, neither do I have a Mother." Melanie spat like a venom and Samantha's eyes widened. "And second of, I don't see why I should be grateful for nothing. You heard what happened to me a year and five months ago, didn't you?. But instead of coming to check up on me, you fuçking ran away."

"I just had to!" Samantha yelled, causing Melanie to move back a little. "Your Dad was crashing down, my own family disowned me, you didn't actually expect me to just sit back and do nothing." She adds.

Melanie shakes her head in exasperation, staring at Samantha from head to toe before rolling her eyes in disdain.

"What are you doing here anyway?. I know you didn't fly all the way from New York just to check up on me." Melanie huffed and Samantha's eyes hardened into a glare.

"Don't be rude." Samantha pointed out and Melanie huffed.

She wanted to give a snarky comeback when she noticed Samantha's ring finger adorned with a golden ring and her eyes twitched.

"What is this?" Melanie asked, grabbing the hand adorned with the ring and a beautiful smile covered Samantha's face. She pulled her hand away from Melanie's hold to gosh over her ring.

"Well, after I left Arlington, I decided it was time I moved on from the Canolly's clutches. Honestly, I've invested so much in your Dad......"

"He's not my Dad." Melanie cuts her off and Samantha paused with a puzzled look before continuing.

"I've invested so much in Martinez that I felt like it was about time I move on with my life, find someone else who would actually appreciate me. I'm still in my late thirties, darling boo. I needed the change." She said and Melanie scoffed.

"So.... You found someone richer?" She asked and Samantha gasped.

"Cut with the attitude. And besides, Larson ain't that rich but he's still fuçking loaded." She said and Melanie rolled her eyes, she made to wave Samantha off when her brain ticked in the words.

Wait what?

"Larson?... As in mother-fuçking- Scribe Media's former CEO?" Melanie asked and Samantha nods with a smirk.

"His name is actually Jay Larson— which is way hotter than your Dad's, and he's finally decided to move on from his late wife. We're engaged." She said and Melanie couldn't believe her ears.

"You want to marry him?" She asked and Samantha gave Melanie a perplexed look.

"Yes." Samantha confirmed.

"No way, you can't." Melanie yelled and Samantha tsks.

"I'm sorry darling boo, but I'm already pregnant and there's no way I can Mother another bastard." She spat and Melanie's jaw dropped instantly.

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