he Father, the Son,

as husband and wife, bound together

ding orchids and diamond-crusted vines imported from Thailand. Gold-trimmed chairs sat beneath crystal chandeliers suspended from floating glass

ity. Tasha's dress alone-a Vera Vachette original laced with real sapphires-was flown in by a private jet, and Bill's tuxedo was handcrafted by an Italian legend whose clientele inclu

eamed to exclusive platforms with restricted access, with headlines capt

ands clasped together in quiet triumph. Her son was finally married, and not to just anyone, but to her choice. Not that petite lit

st blessed their union, his thoughts drifted, breaking through the haze of

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his hand tightening around hers, committing his vows to her. He was

illed the cathedral, one thought lingered at the

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ery single day, I ask you the same damn question." She stood by the wi

new, but tonight

, her silhouette framed by the glow of a crystal chandelier. Beyond her, floor-to-ceiling windows revealed the sparkling cit

is about Audrey or her

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nightstand, which he usually reached for after a bac

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f her question hanging heavy in t

she shook her head. "No. Don'

rward, her heels clicking

had heard this argument too many time

ss her chest. Her mother had told her while growing up to make sure sh

ry time, you say, 'it doesn't matter' or 'we don't need an heir?'" she ask

o the edges. He ran a ha

d. "How many times do I have to say this? Children are in God's hands; we don't

dismissively. "Easy for you t

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arted seeing him as yours, too. Don't forget that we lived together for three years before y

n't belo

his tone edged with finali

like a curse. Bill's jaw tightened. He ros

to get

fore," she hiss

something to say, but no words cam

they both knew it-this ar

nking that he is a boy battling with the crises of a hemoglobin disease. Despite his fragility, he exuded an aura of quiet strength, his spirit marked by enduring resilience and a surprising vigor that

n eerie silence. She looked into her reflection-flawless, po

eress" where she will be hosting the crème da LA crème in Salock and beyond; so she had earlier notified her

t sent a shiver down her spine as

ir. Her eyes fell on the pile of designer clothes-melted, warped, destroyed

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sh, she grabbed the nearest object-her

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his feet, heart

. Years of enduring her wrath had honed his reflexes, and now, with in

ainst the 370-inch Titan Zeus; the massive ultra-thin OLED screen delivering 8K clar

hout food, his suffering courtesy of Miss Natalie, the cook who doled out his m

in restless fragments, stolen between

, but he dared not falter as every sign of weakness i

le. She slipped. Her body slammed against the flo

thed at

ding back a scream. He didn't know if she

, the elevato

wing in couture. She barely not

sha

dropped her diamond-encrusted handbag

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clutching his knees in the d