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I expected frustrations, but I didn't expect the hate on Tarzan to be this much. This is the young man who has worshipped our heroine since his childhood. He was patient with her throughout her entire foolish saga with Mitch. He would put his life on the line for her, and no matter what, he remained faithful and loyal to someone he wasn't even in a relationship with—until his first time was given to her. He played so much role in her sad pathetic toxic married life.. Now, after two chapters showing that something is clearly wrong—he was battling drug addiction and depression, he looked lifeless, unhappy. Diana his manager had to pay for psychiatrist, he was becoming someone he hated simply because the woman he loves wanted that person—yet all we focus on is our "Virgin Tarzan" fooling around? Oh no... he is actually human. He can break at some point and make bad decisions. Do we even care about Tarzan? Comparing him to Mitch? It's sad...🥹 He is seven years younger than Lena. He had no one, nothing—all he ever dreamed of was Lena. And she broke his heart. Not once. But hey, he's supposed to be so perfect, he'll just run back to her and hug her after everything, right? Someone you loved told you they are in love with the person who killed your only family and they don't care if it hurts you... but suddenly he doesn't deserve Lena? They are not even together anymore. He wasn't cheating on her. The boy was fighting for his own life, haunted by the thought that Lena never loved him. Yet you felt no sorry for him. He had no idea that Lena was pregnant for him and wasn't fooling around with Andres. He imagined she'd been with his enemy happily all this while. (Sigh.) The story is not near ending yet so please don't conclude it's a sad ending,it's really not a sad ending I assure you🥲 It's not ending like this. If you feel it's no longer your cup of tea, or the story chapters are too many, and you're backing out at this point— I understand. And thank you so much for your support so far... It means so much to me. Thanks so much for the gifts and Gems. 🙏They barely made it through the door before Tarzan's mouth found hers again in a hungry, demanding way, as if he'd been starving for the taste of her. He walked her backward until the edge of the bed hit the backs of her knees. She stumbled, but he caught her easily, lowering her gently onto the sheets, his body covering hers. His shirt was still on and was her dress. That felt like a problem, a hindrance to the promised land. Impatiently , Lena tugged at the hem of his shirt while Tarzan helped her pull it over his head. The sight of him—those broad shoulders, the rise and fall of his chest, the way his muscles tensed under her gaze made her mouth go dry and heat pool low in her belly with an aching need settling between her thighs. "You're staring," he murmured, a smirk playing at the corner of his lips. “You're worth staring at," Lena said, her voice husky as she ran her hand down the ridges of his abs, lower, until her fingers disappeared into his underwear and wrapped ar
"We'll... I mean..."He paused and cleared his throat."We'll see about that. But I'm choosing the tattoo artist. Just want to let you know that."He said it while still hiding his flushed face, avoiding her gaze.Lena narrowed her eyes immediately."Why?""Because we need a female artist. I'm not letting some man put his hands on—"He stopped. His mouth snapped shut, but it was too late.Lena burst out laughing."Oh, look who just got possessive. Tarzan, you're adorable when you're blushing.""I am not blushing."His ears were turning pink again. He could feel the heat creeping down his neck and cursed inwardly.Lena stepped closer and wrapped her arms around his neck. Tarzan's hands found her waist immediately, as if by instinct.She rested her cheek against his chest, eyes closed."You know, I'd really like you by my side if I get that tattoo. As my emotional teddy bear.""Well, it would be a pleasure to serve you, my goodness."Lena chuckled and pulled back to look into his eyes.
Tarzan stared at her.For a long moment, he said nothing. His jaw tightened, then loosened, as if he was chewing on words he wasn't sure he should speak.Her getting a tattoo of him wasn't the problem but the trigger, she definitely felt the need to get it because of Valeria's tattoos. Then, finally, he stepped closer. "Lena.." He called softly. Lena swallowed and turned to face him. Her hands were trembling slightly, so she clasped them together in front of her, hoping he wouldn't notice. “I know what you are thinking but I promise you I don’t want to be like Valeria,” she whispered. “I don’t even want to compete with her. I know you loved me, not her. I also know I shouldn’t have let it get into my head, but when she showed me those tattoos, I just… got triggered.” Tarzan's expression softened."I know that's what happened. You really don’t have to prove that you love me more than another woman. You don’t have to mark my name on your skin to convince me that I’m yours.”
"You heard me, I want a tattoo." Lena replied. Tarzan stared at her. For a few seconds, he genuinely looked as though his brain had stopped working—as if the words she'd spoken had rearranged themselves into a language he no longer understood. His mouth opened, then closed, then opened again, like a man trying to breathe underwater."You want a tattoo?"He finally asked.Lena nodded, completely serious. "Your name to be exact."Tarzan's eyebrows lifted toward his hairline, disappearing into the dark waves that fell across his forehead. "My... my name?""Yes. That's what I said."He stared at her again. Then he ran a hand over the back of his neck and glanced around them, as if checking whether some hidden audience was witnessing this moment. He looked back at her, suddenly looking strangely shy in his bewilderment, ears turning pink."Baby," he said softly. "Be honest with me, did something happen back there that I need to know about?"Lena shook her head. "No. I just... I wan
When the meal finally ended and people began to rise, Lena stood and stretched quietly. She was about to follow Christy and her sisters when a hand caught her elbow.She turned.Mitch.His grip wasn't harsh, but it was strong enough to make her pause."Can we talk?" he asked, his voice low.Lena glanced over her shoulder. Don Alejandro and Valeria were deep in discussion, but Valeria kept glancing at Tarzan, who stood across the room speaking with Ricardo.Suddenly, his eyes found hers—almost instantly, as if he'd felt her looking.Lena turned back to Mitch."Now isn't a good time," she said evenly."It never is," Mitch replied. "That's the problem."Lena pulled her arm free, gently but firmly. "If you have something to say, say it here. Otherwise, it can wait."Mitch studied her for a long moment."Fine," he said at last. "Then I'll say it here."He stepped closer, lowering his voice."I'm sorry, Lena."Lena blinked. Whatever she had expected, it wasn't that."For what?" she asked."
Something warm spread through Lena's chest. Before she could respond, Tarzan leaned down and kissed her forehead. "Now stop worrying about her." "But—" "Lena." He gave her a look. She sighed. "Fine." A slow, faint smile tugged at his lips. "Good girl." Her cheeks immediately warmed. When they entered, the room was already filled with low conversations. But the moment Tarzan walked in with Lena's hand held firmly in his, every voice died down and all eyes turned toward them. Lena noticed Mitch's face. He seemed even more agitated than before, and she wondered if it had anything to do with Victor saying they needed to talk. However, she didn't think too much about it. Whatever it was, that was his problem to deal with. Tarzan walked straight toward the table and pulled out a chair for her. "Sit." Lena sat. He took the chair beside her. Ricardo looked between them with a smile. "We are glad to have you two back. Sweetheart, are you alright?" he asked Lena. "Yeah..." Tar
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