Page 81 of A Million Shades Of Love and Betrayal

I glanced at my father, who gave me an encouraging nod. "Today, I am announcing that I will be suing Ethan Williams for slander and defamation of character. I will also pursue legal action for the false news he spread about signing a contract with my family. These are serious accusations, and I will not stand by and allow these lies to continue."

The press erupted into chaos, voices overlapping as questions were shouted from every direction. I held up a hand, signaling for silence.

"I will take a few questions," I said, steeling myself for the onslaught.

A reporter in the front row stood up, her notepad clutched tightly in her hand. "Yasmin, can you clarify the nature of the false contract Ethan claimed to have signed with your family?"

"Ethan claimed that he had signed a business contract with my family's company, securing a deal that never existed. This was part of his attempt to associate himself with our family's reputation and business success, which was entirely fabricated."

Another journalist quickly followed up. "How do you plan to handle the public fallout from these revelations?"

"I am confident in the truth and the support of my family," I replied firmly. "We have the evidence to prove Ethan's deceit, and we will present it in court. This press conference is just the beginning of setting the record straight."

A third reporter's voice rose. "Is there anything you'd like to say to Ethan?"

I took a deep breath, choosing my words carefully. "My message to Ethan is simple: you tried to be a villain and failed, now it's my turn. The truth will come out, and justice will be served."

With that, I stepped back from the podium, signaling the end of the questions. The room was still buzzing with activity, but I felt a sense of closure. I said what I needed to say. Now I could move forward.

As I turned away from the podium, my family surged forward, enveloping me in a collective embrace. My father's voice was the first I heard.

"You did it, Yasmin. We're so proud of you."

Rafael wrapped his arms around me, his warmth and love a balm to my frazzled nerves. "You were amazing up there. So strong."

My mother, her eyes brimming with tears, kissed my forehead. "You spoke your truth, and that's what matters."

I smiled through my tears, feeling an overwhelming sense of relief and gratitude. "Thank you, all of you. I couldn't have done this without your support."

As we made our way out of the hall, the press continued to buzz behind us, but their questions and cameras felt distant now. All that mattered was that I had taken the first step towards making things right.

Outside, the sun was shining brightly, a stark contrast to the storm of emotions I had just weathered. Rafael held my hand as we walked, and I squeezed it tightly, feeling the solid ground beneath my feet.

"I'm ready for whatever comes next," I said, my voice steady with newfound determination.

Rafael smiled; his eyes filled with pride. "And we'll face it together."

With my family and the truth on my side, I knew we could face anything. This was just the beginning of a new chapter, where I was no longer defined by the lies and manipulation of my past but by the strength and love of those who stood with me.

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Rafael

"I'm so proud of you," I rasped, eyes finding hers. "My strong wife."

Gently, my hands ran up her smooth legs, tightening on her knees as I lifted her legs and tossed them over my shoulders bringing her sweet pussy even closer to my mouth.

Her breath hitched, her eyes fluttering shut as the anticipation grew. The room seemed to spin, and all that mattered was the warmth of her body and the scent of her arousal enveloping me. With a reverence that overpowered my lust, I leaned in. The tip of my tongue grazed her delicate folds- swiping over her slick, wet pussy.

Her sharp inhale was barely heard over the sudden rushing of air in my ears as her sweet taste exploded on my tongue, driving me crazy. She moaned softly, her hips involuntarily bucking against my face. My hands tightened around her hips, steadying her movement.

I licked and sucked at her, tasting the heady mix of her juices and the nectar seeping from her core. Her moans grew louder, her body shaking with need. I slipped a finger inside her, feeling the slick walls of her pussy as they welcomed me.

"You're so beautiful," I whispered, my voice hoarse with desire. "I want you so much, my perfect little flower," I murmured, my lips brushing against her sensitive skin. Her body trembled in response, a sweet symphony of arousal and need.

I continued to explore her with my mouth, savoring every taste and texture as I delved deeper into her depths. Her moans grew louder, each one driving me further toward the edge of control. The next thing I knew I grabbed her like she weighed nothing and flipped her, so she was now straddling my head, her head face to face with my straining erection.

I immediately dove back into her pussy, releasing a deep rumble of satisfaction that seemed to vibrate her entire body. I barely gave her a moment to rest before my tongue slid into her pussy. With a loud moan, she pressed herself more fully into me, chasing her orgasm, not at all caring that she was practically sitting on my face.

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