The Secrets Behind Cries *Book 6 of the Köhler Series*

𝕹𝖎𝖓𝖊𝖙𝖊𝖊𝖓|19

"Nathan, are we going to tonight's charity gala that the Gordon's are throwing? I mean, we are in Scotland, and it would be rude not to go show our faces," Nathan's wife Tabitha said. She was right. It was the perfect time to show his face again. Especially after Nate's prefect getaway back in Germany.

That was a minor slip-up. He had heard the talks about how close the Gordon's and Köhler's families were, but there was never any proof. Now Nathan saw it for himself, and they were almost fucking family. It made Nate wonder will the Köhler's but at the gala. He didn't want to create any problems with them, but he probably already had. They were way too fucking strong to be fucking with and with one flick of a finger. Xerxes could kill his entire family, and Nathan couldn't have that.

"I would be the perfect way to tell him that he and his little friends didn't do shit to hurt us. But, sweetheart, we as here for a different reason, and we leave in an hour. I will send Tanner with a message. Come let see came we make this business deal happen. I will not let my business fail." Nathan said, taking his wife by the hand leaving the hotel room.

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"I'm not talking to you," Nicole said, making Reece's grandmother laugh as she signed to his sister what she said. Reece rolled his eyes, sitting down beside her, glaring at her until she got up and left.

"Boy, give that girl some dick before she kills us all," Angus said, laughing. Reece stared at him and his grandmother's nasty asses, laughing until he got up and left the room to find Nicole. She was in the kitchen with the dogs feeding them when he walked in.

"You don't have to talk to me to listen. My family is having her annual green and gold charity gala tonight, and you will be going as my date and future wife. If someone addresses you as Queen or Donna, just nod, answer, or walk away." Reece said as she stared at him.

"Why would they call me a fucking name that isn't my own. I understand, Queen, because you will be my King to some, but Donna, that sounds dumb. Why am I just hearing about this gala from you, Reece? Your sister told me weeks ago. What will I wear? I just took out my braids. I look a hot fucking mess. You want me to leave the house looking like this? I may have been poor, but I never try to look it. I'm not going any fucking where like this," She said, making Reece chuckle.

"I'm just now telling you because you've been in your feelings for the last couple of weeks. You keep come to my room looked for something I told your ass I wasn't giving to you yet. And I thought of all that already. Someone is here to do your hair. No braids this time, Nicole maybe a front lace...."

"Boy, what you know about a front lace... nevermind, you look like you been with a lot of black women," Nicole laughed.

"I love all women, no matter the color Nicole, but you are the one that I want to be with," Reece said, making her stared for a moment. "Okay, I love your blonde, but I was thinking of a dark color for your dress. I had Unk and Elijah's wife to design it." Reece said, watching Nicole's mouth fall open.

"Before you ask, someone will be here for your makeup and nails too, and you can only see the dress when it's time to put it on. I promise you it will fit."

"How do you know that?"

"Because Aunt Dele, Talia, and Mariah know how to work their magic. Luca had all your sizes, and he doesn't design unless it's going to fit." Reece smirked, walking away.

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It was maybe an hour or so later after Reece told Nicki about the gala when a black woman showed up with about six suitcases full of wigs. Another two showed up about thirty minutes later to do her nails and makeup. It was something that Nicole wasn't used to, maybe because she wasn't really interested in, and the only time she wore makeup was to hide her bruises. Nicki felt like a princess getting ready for a ball which was a bit exciting.