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The ice in his glass had melted, but Travers hadn't moved, his gaze still fixed on the sway of the waitress's hips as she cleared the champagne flutes. He knew then, with a tycoon's certainty, that Taesha wouldn't be leaving his mansion alone.
Travers' gaze followed the sway of Taesha's hips as she balanced a tray of champagne flutes. The humid Gold Coast air clung to his linen shirt as he cut through the crowd, his hand landing on the smal
The next morning, Taesha stood before a floor-to-ceiling closet, her fingers brushing silk and cashmere. 'Pick something that makes you look like the prize, not the hunter,' Travers said from the door
It was a regular weekend party at the Candyshop mansion. Travers was beside the swimming pool, chatting with guests. Suddenly, Travers saw a girl in the pool, dark eyes, blue bikini. Maybe 18 or 19 ye
Travers got invited by his Thai business partner for a business trip. It was a 20-day trip, so Trav needed a large packing for that. But little did he know, it was much more than business. His pervers
Travers and Teaesha have completed 8 years of their marriage. They share two beautiful daughters Alexie and Reyna. At the moment, they have arrived to school. Taesha has become so busy with their home