La vida

“It’s not my son,” the millionaire said coldly, his voice echoing through the marble foyer.

Poppy Whitaker never trusted her husband. In the shifting fog of her mind she had learned to rely only

I tore myself away from my familyand for the first time, I could breathe. Growing up, I believed family

Hes not my son, said the millionaire coldly, his voice echoing through the marble hall. Take your things

She left, and he only realized far too late that she had been his one true love.She left, and he understood

I severed ties with my familyand for the first time, I breathed freely. Growing up, I believed family

Im sorry about how things turned out, I muttered under my breath. James, are you *sure* you packed everything?

The kinfolk wasted no timethey simply set the box of kittens out on the street. Corgi followed them silently

Ill never forget the day I found a crying baby in a pram outside my neighbour Lucys door. Lucy was just

Valerie had had enough. She could not stomach Davids cold indifference any longer. She didnt understand