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52. The Kiss
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2026-07-08 03:35:14
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Don’t Beg for Love 81. Curiosity
Annalise’s POVI leaned back, deliberately putting a little distance between us.I sighed. “Please stop.”His smile faltered.And a trace of confusion crossed his face.“You didn’t like the surprise?” He glanced around at the decorated living room as though searching for what had gone wrong. “I can do better.”He smiled again, hopeful. “I promise the next surprise will be even better.”Another helpless sigh escaped me.I folded my arms across my chest. For a moment, I simply looked at him.“Mr. Whittaker—”His eyes widened immediately.“Mr. Whittaker?” He looked genuinely offended, shaking his head dramatically. “You’re not supposed to call me that. You should be calling me Babe.”He smiled proudly. “Or Sweetheart.”A laugh escaped me before I could stop it.I shook my head. “Steve. I want to make something clear.”My tone softened. “For the last time. I’m not interested in Grandpa’s arrangement.”I held his gaze steadily. “I can’t have a relationship with you. And I can’t marry you.
Don’t Beg for Love 80. The Real Surprise
Annalise’s POVIt happened so suddenly that I felt the world spinning.When his lips touched mine, my mind went completely blank.For the briefest second, time seemed to collapse into itself;A forgotten afternoon beneath an old tree,A younger him laughing as he brushed flour across my cheek while we attempted, and utterly failed, to bake cookies,Rain falling around us as he pulled me beneath his umbrella, his forehead resting lightly against mine,“Annie… You’ll always be safe with me.”Then,The memory shattered.Reality crashed back with brutal force. I shoved him away. Hard.He stumbled back half a step, more surprised than hurt.My heart pounded violently against my ribs. Not because of the kiss. Because I’d allowed my mind to remember, for even a second.“What do you think you’re doing?” My voice came out sharper than I’d intended.Andrew merely lifted one eyebrow.“So…” A faint trace of sarcasm colored his voice.“We’re pretending you didn’t enjoy that?”My fists clenched.Fo
Don’t Beg for Love 79. Her Home
Andrew’s POVFor the tenth time, I glanced at my wristwatch.It had been thirty minutes.The plane should have landed long ago.I drummed my fingers once against my knee.Jonas wasn’t incompetent. If he hadn’t returned yet, either he’d somehow missed her, or something else had delayed them.Neither possibility improved my mood.My patience wore thinner by the second.Just as I reached for the door handle, the revolving glass doors of the arrival terminal turned,And she walked out.My hand froze.She wore a simple ivory blouse tucked neatly into charcoal wide-leg trousers, the clean lines emphasizing her taller, leaner frame. Her long dark hair rested loosely over one shoulder, moving gently with each step. There was nothing extravagant about her outfit. Nothing that begged to be noticed.Yet, People noticed.Years ago, she’d been softer. A little rounder in the cheeks. Cute, in fact. The kind of girl who made people instinctively want to smile back.Now, The softness had sharpene
Don’t Beg for Love 78. The Impossible Deal
Annalise’s POVThe Next DayWe left the minister’s residence shortly after breakfast and headed for Nile Horizon Investment Group, one of Egypt’s leading investment and infrastructure firms.The ride was peaceful.Too peaceful.Outside the window, Cairo bustled with its usual energy. Cars flowed through broad avenues, street vendors arranged colorful displays beneath striped awnings, and the morning sun bathed the sandstone buildings in a warm golden glow. The Nile appeared every now and then between rows of palm trees, its waters glimmering beneath the clear sky.Inside the car…I could feel Linda’s eyes on me. Again. And again.She wasn’t trying to hide it anymore. Curiosity was practically written across her face.She lasted until we arrived.The company’s headquarters occupied an entire city block. The sleek glass building reflected the surrounding skyline, while polished granite pillars framed its revolving entrance. A row of national flags fluttered outside, and executives in ta
Don’t Beg for Love 77. Engaged
Andrew’s expression didn’t change, the empty space echoing his words.“If I were here to play,” he said evenly, “I would’ve stayed home.”His eyes never left mine. His voice remained calm, almost conversational. “I left an entire business empire behind and followed you across countries. Do you really think I came all this way for amusement?”Before I could answer, he took another step closer.The distance between us disappeared.Without warning, his fingers caught a loose strand of my hair that had escaped my veil.He slowly tucked it behind my ear.The gesture was so gentle that my body reacted before my mind did.I stiffened.“You remember the promise we made ten years ago.” His voice dropped lower, his fingers lingering for only a heartbeat before falling away. “I haven’t gone back on mine. And I won’t tolerate you going back on yours.”A promise?I searched my memory.There had been so many promises. Childish ones. Hopeful ones.The future had seemed so simple back then.Before I
Don’t Beg for Love 76. Make Her His Wife
At the dining hall.No…Calling it a dining hall was still an understatement.It resembled the banquet chamber of a royal palace.The room stretched so wide that the opposite end almost disappeared beneath towering arches. A magnificent crystal chandelier hung from a ceiling adorned with intricate Islamic geometric patterns and hand-painted gold details. Massive marble columns lined both sides of the hall, while floor-to-ceiling windows overlooked lush gardens where fountains shimmered beneath the afternoon sun.At the center stood a dining table long enough to accommodate several dozen guests.Only four seats, however, had been prepared.The moment I stepped inside, my eyes found him.Andrew Hale.He sat beside Amira’s husband with the same composed posture that always made him seem as though he belonged wherever he was.Across from him, the man who could only be Minister Omar El-Sharif was speaking warmly.“Our government has been very pleased with the progress of the upstream ener
Don’t Beg for Love 5. The Place I Swore to Leave
I only glanced at the device once then went about my morning routine.After I was done, I picked up my phone to find several messages piled up.[Annalise, where are you? Why aren't you answering my calls?][Where did you sleep last night, Annalise?][What is going on between you and Alexander Sterl
Don’t Beg for Love 4. Designer X Has Returned
My fingers instinctively tightened around the phone, hearing Tania’s words.I didn't hear her wrong, did I?“I checked your marriage certificate, Anna. It was fake!” Tania groaned. “Don’t tell me the scumbag tricked you!”Tricked me…Aiden himself asked me to marry him.Three years ago, he’d knocke
Don’t Beg for Love 3. Mr. Harrison!
Cassandra pointed at me, her soft voice echoing in the hallway. That was when Aiden peeled his gaze from her, and the tender look on his face was instantly gone.But instead of appearing confused, only fear and frustration flashed in his eyes.He quickly let go of Cassandra, While Cassandra tremb
Don’t Beg for Love 2. Big Sis, Please Come Home
The next day, I discharged myself from the hospital.Standing across the bustling street outside the hospital’s skyscraper, my eyes squinted at the burning sun.For thirty minutes, not a single taxi stopped.Then, suddenly, a convoy of black luxury cars swept onto the street, instantly drawing ever
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