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His body pressed closer, guiding her back against the sturdy shelves. One hand splayed across her lower back, pulling her flush against him with possessive hunger, while the other threaded through her hair, tilting her head exactly where he wanted.She melted into him. The fight drained from her limbs as the kiss deepened—languid, consuming, and achingly familiar. Every slow stroke of his tongue and subtle roll of his hips stoked a heavy, liquid heat between them.When he finally pulled back just enough for her to breathe, his forehead rested against hers. His breath fanned warm and ragged across her lips. For a long moment, the only sounds were the faint creak of the shelves behind her and the wild thunder of her heartbeat.Then his voice came—low, rough, strained with the last threads of restraint.“I don’t hate you, Lena.”His thumb brushed the corner of her mouth in a slow, almost reverent caress, as if he still couldn’t believe he was touching her again.“I tried. God knows I tr

NEW LOCATION: ITALY FOUR MONTHS LATER Heavily pregnant, Diana stood in the doorway of the master bedroom, one hand resting protectively on her stomach as she stared at the two naked women sprawled across the rumpled sheets. The same old scene. Empty bottles. Syringes. Used condoms. Thank God I had my mask on, she thought. She wasn't about to let a single particle reach her lungs. Or her unborn child Even with it, she could taste the chemical tang at the back of her throat—acrid, invasive. . The shower roared in the bathroom. Tarzan must be in there. “Everyone out,” Diana said, clapping her hands sharply. “Time to go. Now.” The women stirred groggily, scrambling for heels and crumpled dresses before shuffling past her, eyes averted. The door clicked shut behind them. Diana turned toward the bathroom. “Boss?” she called. “Boss?” No answer. A knot of worry tightened in her chest as she walked forward. The sound of rushing water grew louder. She pushed the door open and was

LENA'S POVI thought this day would never come.Six months at the culinary academy, endless hours of knife work, and we were finally—finally—granted this precious month-long break. In just a few days, I’d be flying back home, and I could hardly contain the flutter of excitement in my chest.Mom and Dad had promised a special surprise waiting for me. They hadn’t visited as they’d said they would, but their voices had been my daily anchor through our long phone calls.Still, worry gnawed at me. Andres hadn't called—not once since that day. Four months now. How busy could he possibly be to forget I existed? Not even a text. Mom and Dad had told me not to reach out either; they said it would only be a distraction. But something told me he was avoiding me on purpose. Maybe his sisters had finally poisoned his mind against me.“Lena… you’ve been ignoring me again.”I blinked, pulled from my reverie.Antoine stood beside me, having insisted on being my personal tour guide through Paris befor

My feet rooted to the pavement. Then our eyes met across the distance, and she froze—as if she also recognized me. She quickly ended her call, slipping the phone into her designer bag before lifting her hand in a wave. I glanced around, half-convinced she was signaling someone behind me. But there was no one. She was waving at me. I swallowed tightly and waved back. I have to go to her, I clenched the stray of my bag tightly and walked over to her. "Hi..I am Lena." I said as I forced myself to breathe, to steady the tremor in my voice. "You look familiar. That's why I was staring. I'm sorry—I didn't mean to gawk." She studied me for a moment, a slow smile spreading across her face. "Of course you'd recognize me. I was the one who gave you a ride that night—the night you almost got stabbed on your way home from work." "That was you?" I breathed, my hand flying to my chest. "I thought I was mistaken because... that was in the States. What are you doing here?" She

AUTHOR'S POVLena returned to her apartment that evening in a daze.She stumbled into her bedroom and let her bag slip from her shoulder. It landed on the floor with a dull thud, but she barely noticed. Her mind was still trapped in those discouraging words Diana had spoken to her.Moving on instinct, she peeled off her dress and let it pool around her feet before stepping into the bathroom. She drew a hot bath and watched the steam curl into the air. As she sank into the soothing water, one question lingered in her mind:Am I finally going to give up on Tarzan?Her hand drifted instinctively to her stomach, and fresh tears slid down her cheeks.Does he really need to know? she wondered. That I once carried his child... and lost it?Maybe I should take her advice and move on.When she finally emerged from the bathroom, wrapped in a soft robe, her phone rang from inside the discarded bag. She walked over, retrieved it, and managed a small, weary smile at the caller ID."Hello, Dad.""H