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“Ryan…”Ryan parked and grabbed her hand, leading her up the steps. “Welcome home,” he said softly. “Our first home. I thought it was only fitting that we start our marriage here.”Tears of joy filled her eyes. “It’s perfect.”He came around and helped her out of the car, then, in one swift motion,
The morning of the wedding day dawned clear and bright, the sky a perfect, cloudless blue. Elena stood before the full-length mirror, her heart beating a frantic, joyful rhythm against her ribs. Her fingers trembled slightly as she adjusted the thin veil over her hair.Today was the day. Her heart p
“Mom,” Ryan said, his voice unusually gentle. “There’s something I want to tell you.”Anna tilted her head, studying him. “You look too serious for this early in the day.”His lips curved faintly. “I wanted to tell you that Elena and I, we’re getting married.”Anna’s hand flew to her mouth. For a mo
The silence in the car as they drove away from her father’s house was different from the furious tension of the afternoon. Elena leaned her head against the cool window, watching the familiar streets of her old neighborhood blur past. Her hand rested loosely in Ryan’s, their fingers entwined as if n
That evening, Ryan led Elena to the Carter residence. She was quiet on the drive, her mind buzzing with apprehension. When they arrived, the lights were on inside, casting a warm, welcoming glow that felt like a lifetime ago to Elena. Her stomach was a tight ball of nerves. Ryan, sensing her anxiety
Elena’s sobs shook her shoulders as she stood in the living room. Ryan listened carefully, silent at first, giving her space to pour everything out. When her cries softened to ragged hiccups, he didn’t respond with words. He rose from the chair and with two long strides, he closed the distance betwe
The sleek black car rolled to a stop in front of Ryan’s penthouse, the city lights glittering far below like scattered diamonds. "Nervous?" His voice was a low hum, fingers brushing the inside of her wrist as he took the glass from her.She exhaled, meeting his gaze. "Should I be?"Ryan’s lips curv
The next morning at work was unusually slow for Elena. Her fingers hovered over her keyboard, eyes occasionally flicking to her phone screen. Maybe waiting for someone’s call, or messages. Last night was intense. Ryan had dropped her home late the previous night after an intensely unforgettable bir
"You wanted to see me?" she managed.Ryan leaned back in his chair, eyes dark. "Lock the door."Her pulse skyrocketed. The click of the lock echoed like a gunshot.“Elena,” he said, his voice smooth and quiet, like warm silk sliding over her name.Ryan was on her in three strides, his hands framing
“Is this a hospital or a spa?” Elena whispered.“A clinic. Private,” he said as he walked her toward a door labeled Dr. Thorne – Women’s Wellness & Gynae.Elena’s pulse spiked. She stopped. “Ryan!”He turned to face her.“You brought me to a gynecologist?” she said, her eyes going wide.He nodded. “







