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His Beauty Her Beast 71. Marry Me
Elena's POVFor a second, I thought I misheard him.The words hung in the air like a blade suspended mid-fall, two sharp syllables that cut through every layer of calm I had tried to gather before walking into this office.Marry me.My breath snagged in my throat. I blinked at him, my lips parting but no sound coming out. My heart skipped, stuttered, then slammed against my ribs so hard it almost hurt.This couldn’t be real. Rowan Blackwood couldn’t have just said that.But then I saw the way he was looking at me—those cold, glacial eyes burning straight into mine, daring me to question him.And that was when the shock gave way to the kind of rage I hadn’t felt in years.“How do you—” My voice cracked, and I had to stop, press my palms flat against his desk to steady myself. I sucked in a breath, my chest heaving as I glared at him. “How do you even dare to think this, Rowan? What do you think of yourself?”The words shot out like bullets, my throat raw with fury.His expression didn’
His Beauty Her Beast 70. Gift Hamper
Elena's POV Yesterday had wrung me dry.Every part of me ached, like I’d been dancing barefoot on shards of glass all night. My calves felt tight, my shoulders heavy, even the small bones in my feet protested as I shifted under the blanket. It wasn’t just physical—it was the kind of bone-deep fatigue that seeps in after hours of smiling, organizing, keeping everyone calm while secretly holding your own chaos in a jar. Weddings looked glamorous from the outside, but standing behind the scenes? It was war disguised in lace and flowers.I groaned, rolling over in bed, my cheek pressing into the cool pillow. Sunlight spilled in through the curtains I’d forgotten to close last night, stabbing at my eyes. Ugh. Morning. I wasn’t ready for it.For a few blissful seconds, I considered shutting my eyes again, letting sleep pull me back. But then the doorbell rang. Twice. Loud enough to make me flinch.I sat up groggily, hair a mess, dragging the blanket with me like a second skin. Who the hell
His Beauty Her Beast 70. My Dirty Work
Rowan's POV I texted my men to be ready at the door. I sent them Billards’ picture.Yes, you heard right—my men.Most people in this room saw me as a polished CEO, the heir to a legacy. Suits, whiskey, contracts, board meetings—that’s the surface they get. But there’s another side, a much older, much sharper version of me that doesn’t mind getting his hands dirty.And for that, I have people. People who owe me, people who fear me, people who thrive in shadows where morality is just a word.It isn’t new. I’ve ordered things like this before. Competitors who thought they could cross me, business partners who suddenly forgot the meaning of loyalty, parasites who thought they could drain my empire and walk away with their heads high. They learned differently. I am no saint—never pretended to be. Saints don’t build empires. Saints don’t win wars.And yet, tonight feels different. I am making an exception. Not for business. Not for money. For her.Billards doesn’t know the magnitude of th
His Beauty Her Beast 69. Groomsman
Rowan's POV The phone buzzed on the nightstand like an impatient insect and I fumbled it awake with one eye open. Nina’s name flashed bright against the dark, because of course it did. There are only two types of calls that pull me out of bed before noon: crises and family. Today it was both, wrapped neatly into a single shrill demand that I be somewhere, now.“Where are you?” Nina’s voice came over the line already halfway to a reprimand. She was efficient like that—authority bundled in a high, urgent cadence that could startle the sun into setting earlier than scheduled.“You’re a groomsman. Don’t make me come to your house.”“I’m awake,” I said, more to buy time than to be honest. The truth was the mattress owned me for the last twelve hours; I had let it keep me because sleep dulled the edges of everything, including the grinding weight of other people’s expectations.But I sat up, swung my legs over the side of the bed, and went through the familiar motions of detachment. A show
His Beauty Her Beast 68. Nina's Wedding
Elena's POV I swear, if I survived today without strangling someone, it would be a miracle.“Daisies,” I hissed under my breath, glaring at the unfortunate florist standing in front of me. “I told you yesterday—yesterday, mind you—that Nina doesn’t want daisies. Not in the centerpieces, not in the bouquets, not anywhere. And what do I see? A table covered in daisies.”The man flinched, clutching his clipboard like it might save his life. “Sorry, ma’am, it was a mix-up at the supplier—”“I don’t care if the supplier had a spiritual crisis and ran away to the Himalayas,” I snapped, pointing toward the arrangements. “Change. Them. Out. Now.”“Yes, ma’am.” He scurried off like I’d set his shoes on fire.I closed my eyes and pinched the bridge of my nose. God, I was turning into a monster. Or maybe Nina’s insanity was contagious. At this point, I couldn’t tell anymore.The day had started before dawn, when my phone buzzed violently on the nightstand. For one, blissful second I thought it
His Beauty Her Beast 67. Sibling's Talk
Elena's POV The days blurred into each other, like someone had thrown me onto a rollercoaster without asking if I wanted the ride. Up, down, loop after loop—there wasn’t a moment to breathe. It felt like every time I tried to catch up, something new landed on my shoulders, and before I could deal with it, Nina was already calling my name again. Tomorrow was her wedding. Tomorrow. The word alone made my chest feel tight. It wasn’t even my wedding, and yet I’d been dragged into every last detail like I’d been hired as her unpaid planner. Nina was relentless. She didn’t want to just supervise—she wanted perfection. And I, lucky me, had somehow become her right hand, the one she leaned on more than anyone else these past few days. If she noticed a ribbon out of place, she’d call me. If the cake delivery was five minutes late, she’d send me to call the bakery. If her bridesmaids’ shoes didn’t all match in shade, she wanted me to fix it. It was exhausting. And yet… there was somethin
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