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"That's a price I'm willing to pay, but the question here is, will you allow me to?"

"And if I said no?" She asked and Arvan remained silent.

"You'll end up hurt if you keep down this road." She said, warning him from past experience. Whether he took her warning or not, his answer was one of his usual gentle smile. "You're a good person, Arvan. You'll make some lucky girl a wonderful husband someday." "I hope that someone can be you."

"Arvan-"

"Please," He cut her off, "Think about it, that's all I ask."

Leonica's gaze softened and she nodded her head, agreeing to his request. "Okay." She said.

Arvan smiled, his shoulders relaxing as he picked his glass back up and took another sip, the tension leaving his body.

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The next couple of minutes passed by in comfortable conversation and sipping on the wine they had. By the time there conversation had come to a conclusion, it was getting dark outside.

Leonica stood up. "I think I should leave now, else Ashley would have my head when I get back."

Arvan nodded his head, standing up as well. "Allow me to escort you out." He offered, gesturing towards the door.

She nodded and began walking towards the door of his office, but they had only stepped outside when Arvan's phone rang and he quickly excuses himself.

"I think I can see myself out from here." Leonica politely said and waved him goodbye, navigating the way back into the main hall, when suddenly, the figure of a lady seating in the same chair she had sat, caught her attention.

Her steps slowed down when she spotted her white hair, the same as hers, but when the lady turned to face her, her steps completely seized.

"You..." She uttered in confusion, looking at the woman who had a keen resemblance to her.

Hair, facial structure, eye color and all, one would nearly have mistaken them for twins, but the difference was clear. The lady sitting on the sofa had a youthful appearance, one of someone in her early twenties, while Leonica, was twenty-nine. She stood up upon seeing Leonica and a sneer appeared on her face. "Who are you?" She asked, looking Leonica from top to bottom like she was some sort of parasite.

Leonica frowned, taken aback by the look. "I was about to ask you the same."

The lady narrowed her brows, the frown on her face deepening. "Some gals you've got." She said and stepped forward. "Asking me a question like that in my own house." ""Your house?"

"Yes," She said, stopping a couple of feet from Leonica. "My house. Since you won't do the introduction, I will. My names Irene Richardson Rosewood. Arvan Richardson's rightful wife."

The moment those words left her mouth, the blood drained from Leonica's face, her eyes widened and her jaw slackened. "His, what?"

before staring nastily at

Katun if The Prodigal

The

wife?" Leonica questioned, disbelief and surprise

Irene Rosewood, nodded her head proudly. "Indeed. Now who the hell are

of bewilderment. The balls of this lady? Taking up such a

striking resemblance which Leonica found troubling, she really couldn't think of any other reason in the book why some such

gotten millions of views, but the thought alone, despite the fact that Said man had confessed to her less

at her. "You see, I've never seen anyone who'd have the

you know who I am?" She questioned in an intimidating manner, narrowing her lavender eyes at Leonica. "Well, except from Arvan's apparent wife, as you've introduced yourself, no I do not know who

had parted, a third voice found it's way into their conversation. "Irene?" Arvan rounded the corner, face twisting

kind gesture with Gently pushing her behind himself, Leonica would have thought that the Arvan in front of her was a totally

with a stern and warning tone. "What are you doing here?" He

and for a moment, her eyes travelled back to Leonica. Her cheeks instantly colored

She explained, eyes

'Talk trash about me, and I'd hand your ass to you, on a silver platter' was written all over her face. Irene's jaw clenched, and if looks could kill, Leonica would be writhing on the floor, but unfortunately for her, the daggers she was shooting at her weren't lethal. "Did

"Watch it."

rolled her eyes. "You can't be serious, Arvan. You can't actually think that, she, is prettier than me. Ah, she can't be, after all, we look so much alike. Is that what drew

would explain why he was so nice to her and Ashley the first time

meeting her eyes, she could see the look of guilt on his face and she lowered her head,

beginning till now, even hours before when he had confessed to her. All of that was because she looked

Leonica couldn't bring herself to feel...

look on her face, Arvan cursed himself for

was born a year after, she showed her true colors. At first, Arvan thought it was a short time thing caused

mistake her for Irene the first

remedy the situation, but Irene

Arvan, is she better than I am in bed? Can she satisfy you?" "That's

she was pissed, and then, the next moment, the expression was wiped off and a smirk adorned her lips. "Or

enough!" Arvan repeated, raising his

purred, eyes locking with Leonica. "You see, he was always such a good husband to me, and not

look like I give a shit?" Leonica's voice interrupted her, holding a nonchalant

"What?" She sputtered.

once before she

that.

the wrong impression, but Arvan and I...were just friend, so don't bother asking about what goes on between us. As for being prettier than you, I guess we can't be compared. We're both beautiful, just in our own unique ways," She said and paused a smirk coming on her lips. "Nah, now that I think about it, the

with an open mouth and wide