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From the very beginning, I knew I wanted Sam and Mason’s story to be more than just a love story. I wanted fire and tenderness. I wanted you to feel the ache of longing and the softness of forever, all in one breath.This book was my first attempt at blending intense passion with deep emotional connection. A love that burned yet healed. A story where the smut wasn’t just for spice, but for depth, for the kind of intimacy that tells you two people aren’t just in love… they belong to each other.💍 Thank you for riding with them to the very end.This book is now COMPLETED. But their love? That will always live on.With all my heart, Thank you.O.J🖤

SAMANTHATWO AND HALF YEARS LATERAzalea was crying again.Not loud, just that soft, broken little whimper that tugged something primal in my chest.The kind of sound that made me blink twice, sit up too fast, and whisper, “Shh, mama’s here, sweetheart,” even though I’d barely had three hours of sleep.Technically, I was already awake.I hadn’t really slept. Just laid there listening to her little tosses and sleepy sighs, wrapped in my favorite robe, the one Mason bought me when I was six months pregnant and miserable and swollen and convinced I was going to explode.He’d held it up in the store like it was some sacred relic. “It’s like hugging a cloud,” he said. “And you’re not allowed to exist without comfort, baby.”He was right. It was cloud-soft. Still smelled faintly like lavender detergent and something else, something warmer, deeper. Like home.I padded across the nursery barefoot, lifting Azalea from her crib and holding her to my chest.She settled almost instantly, just like

Before I upload the last chapter, I just want to say this... From the deepest, rawest, most emotional part of me… Thank you. Thank you for reading. Thank you for staying. Thank you for choosing this story. When I started writing this book, I honestly didn’t expect much. It wasn’t your typical fairytale. There were no perfect meet-cutes. No flowers-in-the-rain, cliché movie moments. Just two broken people, meeting in the middle of chaos. And still… You read. You stayed. You felt the pain, the love, the obsession, the healing, and you didn’t look away. I cried to my friend just yesterday. Because I didn’t think anyone would care this deeply. But you all proved me wrong. You showed up. You supported. You reviewed, commented, shared. You made me feel seen as a writer. As a person. You gave this messy, emotional, imperfect love story a place in your hearts. I wish I didn’t have to stop here. I wish the story could go on forever. But every book has its ending. And thi

SAMANTHAI couldn’t move.I was frozen, utterly, completely frozen, staring at Mason down on one knee like I was dreaming or hallucinating or maybe just not breathing.The entire room glowed with soft golden light. Candles flickered gently on every table. Roses curled across the floor like someone had sprinkled a fairytale.And there he was, my Mason. My impossibly beautiful Mason. In a black suit, hair slightly tousled like he’d run his hands through it a hundred times. Eyes locked on mine. Holding a velvet ring box like he was offering me the whole damn universe.My whole world blurred at the edges, like the air around me had shifted, slowed, become something too fragile to touch.Was this real?Were we really here?After everything we’d been through? All the highs, the wreckage, the heartbreak, the impossible love that refused to go away?“My God…” I whispered, my hand flying to my mouth. “What? Mason?”My knees wobbled beneath me. My throat closed up. I reached blindly for Macey’s

MASONI slammed the door to my hotel room shut with more force than necessary and immediately yanked off my tie like it had been choking me for the past twelve hours. It probably had.The suit jacket hit the arm of the couch. I didn’t care where it landed.I collapsed onto the cushions, body aching, brain fried, but somehow still wired like I’d downed five shots of espresso and taken a lap around Manhattan.Two days in New York. Nonstop meetings. Fake smiles. Endless nodding. And then… this.I looked down at the thick envelope in my hand. Inside it was the deed to the house I just bought.A modern beauty in Rye, tucked between trees and silence. Close enough to the city, far enough from the noise. The kind of place where the grass stays green and the neighbors’ wave and babies learn to walk on hardwood floors and sunlight spills through every window.A home.Our home.My assistant had offered to handle the furnishing… said she had a guy who could do the whole thing in a week. Clean, qu

SAMANTHAI slid my phone out of my coat pocket and refreshed our chat for the third time in five minutes.Still nothing.No new texts. No “miss you” voice note. No snarky reel about something stupid that reminded him of me.Just silence.I hated that I was like this, wired into him like an addict. It wasn’t healthy. I knew that. But knowing something doesn’t stop it from being real. I missed him with this sharp, stupid urgency that curled inside my ribs and refused to let go.Mason and I talked all the time. Every day. Practically every hour. It had become our rhythm. Good morning texts. Midday check-ins. “What are you eating?” “Do you miss me yet?” “Send me a photo.” We never ran out of reasons to stay connected.But today… it had been quiet.Too quiet.And I wasn’t handling it well.I tucked the phone back into my pocket with a sigh, trying to focus on where I was—walking across campus, boots clicking on the pavement, my bag slung heavy on my shoulder after a long meeting with my lec

Six months later...The wind in North Dakota had a bite to it, but the sky stretched wide and endless, like a soft blue promise.The air smelled fresh, a little wild—like new beginnings.I stood by the window of our small off-campus apartment, cradling a chipped mug of hot cocoa between my hands.The windows fogged slightly from the warmth, and outside, the trees shivered, shaking loose the last stubborn golden leaves.Behind me, I heard Noah moving around—the heavy thud of books hitting the floor, the low, sleepy curses as he dug through his bag.It made me smile.“Your Psych book’s on the table,” I called out without turning.There was a beat of silence. Then the familiar sound of his bare feet padding closer.The next thing I knew, his arms were sliding around my waist, pulling me back against him.“You’re magic, you know that?” he murmured into the curve of my neck, his voice low and rough from sleep.I laughed softly, leaning into him, feeling the solid weight of his chest agains

Cameron’s presence hit me like a slap.For one terrible second, I couldn’t breathe.The blood roared in my ears, drowning out everything else.Then I was on my feet before I even knew it, my chair screeching loudly across the marble floor.“What the hell, Mom?!” I shouted, my voice sharp and broken at the same time.The room went deathly still.Noah reached for me quickly, his hand brushing my wrist, his voice low and urgent.“Elena... don’t. Calm down.”But I couldn’t.I shook him off hard, blinking against the hot sting behind my eyes. My chest heaved as I looked at my mother.She just sat there, unbothered, like the commotion in front of her was nothing more than a breeze.I pointed a trembling finger at her, my anger spilling out faster than I could control.“You planned this,” I hissed, my voice breaking. “You had an agenda when you invited us. You set us up.”A sick, bitter laugh threatened to climb up my throat, but I swallowed it back.My mother didn’t flinch.Didn’t blink.Di

I paced the room while Noah tried on the last suit. My feet moved without meaning, a slow circle around the scattered ties and open boxes.He stood near the mirror, tugging gently at the dark jacket, adjusting the collar like it was choking him.He looked… perfect.Sharp suit. Fresh haircut. Clean lines. My heart ached just looking at him.But his eyes—those told a different story.Nervous. Stiff. Scared.“You okay?” I asked gently.He gave a short nod, jaw tight.I stepped closer, folding my arms. “It’s just dinner.”He looked at me in the mirror. “It’s dinner with your mother.”His voice was flat, but not cold. Just tired. Like he was already carrying too much and this was one more weight on his back.I didn’t blame him.“She’s not going to bite,” I offered, trying to lighten the mood.He raised an eyebrow. “You sure about that?”A laugh slipped from me before I could stop it. Then I moved behind him, wrapping my arms around his waist, resting my cheek against his back.“She doesn’t

Noah froze the moment the words left my mouth.“My mother wants to meet you.” I said again.His mouth dropped open, his eyes wide like I’d just told him I was pregnant with triplets or something. He didn’t speak. Didn’t move. Just stood there, blinking like someone had knocked the air out of him.I couldn’t help it—I nearly laughed. The look on his face was priceless.“You look like you’ve seen a ghost,” I said, smiling gently.He blinked again, his brows pulling tight. “I just… why now?”His voice was quiet, like he wasn’t even talking to me, more like he was trying to solve a puzzle out loud.I could see it—the way his mind was spinning, trying to make sense of it. His fingers twitched at his sides like he wanted to run them through his hair. His lips moved like he was still calculating something he couldn’t quite figure out.I stepped closer, my bare feet soft against the floor, and cupped his face in my hands. His skin was warm. Familiar. Mine.“It’s just dinner,” I whispered.The

I woke up to the chill of an empty bed.Noah was gone.The pillow beside me was cold, like he’d been up for hours.My chest felt heavy. A slow ache started to bloom there, right behind my ribs. I stretched beneath the blanket, trying to shake it off. But it didn’t help. I knew exactly why I felt like this.I had to tell him.About my mother. About the invitation to dinner. The one that had been sitting in my phone like a bomb I was too afraid to open.But I didn’t know how to say it. It felt… wrong. Strange. Like pulling him into a world he’d finally escaped. And yet, it mattered. Maybe not to him, but to me. Because things were starting to feel real between us, and if we were going to survive this—us—then I had to be honest.I sighed and pushed the covers off me. The floor was cold beneath my feet, the silence in the room louder than it should’ve been.I pulled on one of Noah’s sweatshirts hanging on the chair. It still smelled like him—woodsy and clean, like pine after rain.I padde

I woke before the sun.The sky outside was still dark, painted in shades of grey and blue. The kind of quiet only early morning knew.Elena was curled up beside me, her hand resting lightly on my chest, her breath warm against my shoulder. Her face was soft in sleep. Peaceful. Safe.For a moment, I didn’t move. Just watched her. I let myself feel the weight of her trust—how far we’d come, how close I’d almost lost her.But something inside me twisted. A heavy knot I couldn’t shake.Like I’d left something undone. Something important.I needed to close that door before I could fully stand in the one she had opened for me.I moved slowly, careful not to wake her. I slid out from beneath the blanket, freshened up, and got ready to leave.On a piece of scrap paper, I scribbled:Be back soon. Needed to close a door.I folded it and left it by her phone.I stood there for a moment, staring down at her sleeping form. My heart tugged, wanting to stay. Wanting to forget the past and just live

LIAMFuck. Fuck. Fuck, what the fuck have I done?I burst out of the restaurant like it was on fire, breath heaving, heart in pieces. My shoes slapped the pavement, and I didn’t even care that I looked like a lunatic sprinting out of a high-end place like that. My eyes darted, desperate, searching."Jessica! Jessica!"She didn’t turn. Didn’t flinch. Just kept walking like she didn’t know me. Like I wasn’t behind her yelling her name like it was the last word I’d ever say.Her heels clicked steadily against the sidewalk, so calm it made my panic feel stupid. And then she reached Lucas’s car. The fucking car.She opened the passenger door, got in without a word. Slammed it shut. That sound hit harder than anything she could’ve said.Lucas looked at me through the windshield, no expression on his face. Just started the engine, put the car in gear, and drove off with her.Gone. Just like that.My chest was burning. My throat was dry. I didn’t even know what the hell I was supposed to do.

Hi everyone, I want to sincerely apologize for my inconsistency lately. There’s been a lot of family drama and unexpected life stuff happening behind the scenes, and it pulled me away more than I intended. But I’m fully back now—and the good news is, we have probably less than 20 chapters to go! I also want to thank you for your patience. If you’ve noticed a shift or dip in the writing at certain points, it’s likely because I wasn’t in the best headspace while working on those parts. This story means a lot to me, and I appreciate every single one of you who’s stuck with it—and with me. Your support has meant more than you know. Thank you for being here. With love, O.J💕

JESSICA “You’re not even pretending to work today,” Lucas said, leaning over my cubicle with a grin like he’d just caught me red-handed drinking office coffee before 8 a.m.I sighed. “I’m trying. It’s just… one of those days.”“Where the only thing you’re good at is looking distracted?”I forced a laugh. “Hormones,” I blurted, instantly regretting it. “Just—hormones.”He raised an eyebrow. “Hormones and Slack open on social media?”“Shut up,” I muttered, but I smiled, the tiniest bit.Lucas took a sip from his ridiculous neon water bottle. “Don’t forget we’ve got the investor prep at three.”“I won’t.”“I mean it, Jess. I need your A-game. No hormone excuses.”“I said I won’t,” I repeated, softer now.He gave me a mock salute and disappeared down the hall, his loafers squeaking like bad background music.I sat at my desk, fingers hovering over an unfinished report, but my head was miles away.I was replaying the message Liam sent that morning, over and over, like a broken record. It

LIAMI didn’t answer.Instead, I gently slid her off me, careful, like she’d break if I did it too fast. She let me, eyes still burning into me like I owed her a better explanation. Maybe I did.But I didn’t say anything.I got up, walked toward the bathroom. My body was already heavy with the weight of where this conversation was going, and I didn’t want to go there. Not tonight. Not now.“You’re just going to walk off?” she asked from the bed, voice tight.I stopped. Turned slightly. My jaw ticked. God, not now.“I’m not walking off,” I said, sharper than I meant to. “I’m just… done.”“Done with what?” she shot back.“Done with this. With always feeling like I’m not enough for you.”She sat up, covers falling around her waist. “I never said that.”“You don’t have to.”I ran a hand down my face. I didn’t want this argument. I hated this version of us. The one where I felt like I was constantly trying to read her mind, and failing.“You can go if you want,” I said, flat.Her mouth o

JESSICAI woke up to heat—slow, crawling heat that pulsed low in my belly. Liam’s arm was heavy across my waist, his chest warm and bare against my back, his breath thick and slow against my neck. But it wasn’t just that. It was the way my body ached. The way I could already feel the damp throb between my legs. The way his hardness pressed against me like he belonged there, like he’d grown there overnight.I didn’t move at first. Just breathed. Just listened.The room was dim, lit faintly by the streetlight bleeding through the blinds. The AC hummed low, the fan creaked with every slow spin, and Liam slept on—solid, steady, and completely unaware of how badly I needed him. Or maybe he knew. Maybe that was why he was already hard. Maybe he’d dreamt of me just like I’d dreamt of him.I shifted—slow, subtle, enough to feel the shape of him, stiff and hot through the thin barrier of my sleep shorts. My heart skipped.God.I pushed back, just a little. Just to test him. His fingers t

JESSICA I didn’t even shut down my system properly. I just wanted out. My heart was racing for no reason—unless you count the fact that my husband was downstairs, and I’d rather be in his arms than breathing recycled office air for one more minute.My hands were shaky as I stuffed papers into my bag, not even checking if they were important. I slammed my laptop shut mid-email. Sorry to whoever was getting that half-written “Best regards.” I could barely hear anything beyond the thump of my heart and the hum of the elevator ticking its way up.“Jess?” a voice called behind me.I looked up too quickly. My coworker, Halima, tilted her head with concern.“You good?” she asked. “You look like you're about to sprint out of here.”I forced a smile, one that didn’t quite reach my eyes. “Yeah. Just tired.”She gave me a skeptical once-over. “Tired doesn’t make people forget their ID badge and toss their mouse in their handbag.”I blinked. Sure enough, the wireless mouse was sitting right on t