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Chapter 42LyraThe soft morning light filtered through the curtains, and I stirred, running a hand through my tangled hair as I slowly woke up. Still half-asleep, I clipped my hair back messily, my mind not quite caught up with the day yet. That’s when I caught it—a scent. Familiar, but not one I was used to.Roman.I froze, and reality rushed back in a wave. My heart thumped erratically as I glanced around. The red-and-white Valentine's-themed room served as a stark reminder of the strange situation I’d landed myself in.Roman Lennox, my contracted fiancé, had slept in the same bed as me last night.I quickly turned to my side, and my breath hitched when I realized he wasn’t there. Instead, the sound of running water came from the bathroom. My eyes darted to the closed door, and I gulped.Last night, I had managed to fall asleep next to him, but the idea of sharing a bed with Roman still felt surreal and impossible to get used to. Shaking off the lingering awkwardness, I got out of

Chapter 44LyraThe sun was golden on the horizon, casting its glow over the Maldives beach. Everywhere I looked, couples seemed to be lost in their own little worlds, wrapped up in the spell of Valentine’s Day. Some were lounging on sunbeds, whispering and laughing softly, while others were playing in the waves, their joy echoing in the air.One couple was painting a shared canvas on the beach, splashing bright colors that probably wouldn’t make sense to anyone but them. Another was dancing barefoot in the sand to a soft tune played by a guitarist nearby. There were even a few couples doing yoga poses together, balanced and serene.It was like love was the theme, and Roman and I… well, we weren’t exactly exuding it.I glanced up at him as we walked. His jaw was tight, clenched like he was trying to grind his way through this day. I felt his grip on my hand—firm but a little too practiced, like he was holding on because he thought he had to, not because he wanted to.Slowly, I let my

Chapter 46LyraThe rhythmic thrum of drums, tambourines, and cheerful singing filled the air, wrapping around us like a warm blanket. The beach party wasn’t just alive—it was vibrant, pulsing with joy and energy. The lights strung between palm trees twinkled above the crowd like tiny stars, casting a golden glow over the dancing couples. Everyone seemed to be in their own world, laughing, spinning, and swaying as if time had stopped for this one perfect evening.Hand in hand with Roman, I tried to guide us through the crowd, though “guiding” Roman felt more like dragging a very stubborn rock. His grip was firm but entirely devoid of enthusiasm, his tall frame moving with the same stiffness as when we’d walked into the hotel earlier.A couple nearby twirled wildly, the woman laughing so hard she almost tripped, and the man caught her mid-spin, planting a dramatic kiss on her forehead. My heart melted a little at the sight. Everywhere I looked, love was being celebrated in all its form

Chapter 48LyraI swiveled off the barstool, wobbling slightly but determined. I was here to have fun, damn it. And if Roman wanted to go off and entertain bikini-clad admirers, then fine. I wasn’t going to waste another second thinking about him.I peeled off my red sundress, revealing the white bikini I’d brought for this trip. The moment the air hit my skin, whistles erupted from nearby. My cheeks warmed, but I ignored them.I spotted a volleyball game nearby, with a group of sunburnt strangers shouting and laughing as they played. Perfect. I jogged over and jumped right in.“Can I join?” I asked cheerfully, grabbing the ball mid-pass.“Hell yeah!” someone shouted, and just like that, I was part of the game.We played for what felt like forever, the alcohol making me fearless. I dove for the ball, threw myself into the sand, and laughed harder than I had in months. When our team finally scored the winning point, the cheers were deafening.“Great job, gorgeous!” A guy on my team sai

Chapter 50Lyra“Here?” I laughed, gesturing to the setup. “But we’re already engaged, aren’t we?” I lifted my hand, prepared to waggle my ring at him, only to realize—oh no, no—my ring was gone.I gasped, my mouth dropping open. “Oh my god!” My face crumpled into what could only be described as a cartoonish baby-cry expression. “I lost the ring! My savings! My beautiful, hard-earned, overpriced ring! It’s gone!”Roman stared at me, unimpressed.“Do you know how long I saved for that?” I wailed, clutching my empty hand. “Months, Roman. Months of not getting fancy coffee or avocado toast! And now it’s just…just gone! It’s probably somewhere in the sand, being trampled on, or—or swallowed by a seagull!”He raised an eyebrow. “You’re worried about a seagull swallowing it?”“Yes!” I sniffled dramatically, throwing my hands in the air. “What if it gets indigestion? What if it chokes?”Roman sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. “Lyra—”“No, don’t you ‘Lyra’ me!” I cut him off, jabbing a