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꧁ Marisella ꧂ Mari: Hold your breeches, bitches. I got a freelance contract agreement with PRISM! 5 minutes later. Sonya: No way, really? Omg so happy for you. Congrats, wife. Now you can retire me like I deserve… *beach emoji Mari: You know it! Come over, let’s celebrate. I got your favorite. Sonya: A brownskinned tech bro? *eyes emoji I roll my eyes, tugging the wine bottle out of its box.

“Consistently.” Nathan chuckled, then turned to Elara. “And you? Still collecting As like Pokémon?” Elara shook her head, “And the occasional B”, she said remembering Adrian's grade on her essay. “Ooof! Must have been tough without me”, Nathan said, mimicking the movements of being punched. She rolled her eyes. “You left me. Remember?” He raised his hands in surrender. “For Russia. Very cold. Not worth it.” Despite herself, she smiled.

Dante’s twin brother. I'd never met Marco; I only knew he existed. Dante had told me Marco handled family business in Europe and rarely came back to Chicago. Whenever I asked, he'd say they didn't get along and told me not to push it. But what was he saying now? "Bro, you really never touched Rose? Seriously though, she's a hell of a ride." Marco’s face twisted into a sickening grin that made me want to throw up. I had to fight to hold it down.

“Really? Fine, but you’re staying until morning.” “Are you negotiating with me?” Bram raised an eyebrow. “It’s an order,” she insisted, crossing her arms. “Nice try, but I’m the alpha here,” he said, smacking her ass lightly. “Go grab your jacket.” She darted off, laughing, and Bram rubbed his face, muttering, “Fuck, I’m falling apart.” Christmas trees lots

I stand alone on the icy field, turning back every few minutes to look at the road behind me. When my hands grow numb from the cold, I scroll my social media feed and see a recent post from my younger sister, Giada Soave. Holding gifts in her arms, she sits beneath a luxurious crystal Christmas tree with my parents embracing her from both sides. Ivano stands behind her with his hand resting lightly at her waist and his eyes full of tenderness. The caption reads, "Merry Christmas, I'm grateful to spend the holiday with those who love me most!" The comments section buzzes with blessings, praise, and envious messages.

"Bro, let's make a pact" ***

“Ah, so that’s what it was. Jealousy. Bromance drama, huh?” Before Zade can respond, Joel bursts into the room with Jax and Zak trailing behind him, a grin plastered on his face. “Ah, bromance alert! Room for three more?” Joel laughs, grabbing three glasses from the cabinet and filling them without missing a beat. “Gotta say, I missed this too. When you two fall out, the rest of us have to go into hiding!” He laughs again, and Jax and Zak join in, making themselves comfortable. “We were having a moment, Joel,” I say, my tone teasing as I look at him with mock seriousness. “Do you mind?”

"May your bond be as strong as the steel of our bikes and as endless as the open road." Cheers erupt, and before I know it, the night morphs into a celebration of laughter, music, and the tang of smoke from the bonfire. Each member that congratulates us adds to the swelling sense of belonging I've never known before. I'm no longer just Gray's spoiled little sister—I'm King's ol' lady. I don't drink, but I can't help swaying to the music, caught in a conversation with Nina. "How ya feelin', honey?" she asks, sipping her drink.

“Yeah, fate must have a pretty twisted sense of humor. Brings two sworn enemies together and calls it ‘romance.’” Everyone bursts into laughter again, and I instinctively lean into Damon. He responds by draping an arm around me, pulling me closer with that effortless confidence of his. I don’t know when this became so natural, but it feels like it was always meant to be. Brooke rolls his eyes dramatically. “Ugh, spare us. You’ve had enough lovey-dovey upstairs. Don’t bring that mushy energy down here.” More laughter follows. But then—everything changes.

" He asked. " Aman, uncle! " They said, and we looked at him. He was trying to smile. But he was already annoyed as hell. He was getting jealous of both men. " We love you, uncle. " " I love you too; I will never forget you; you are my family. I love you and your mom. " He said, and they both hugged him. He came back to sit beside me and wrapped his arm around me. Everyone was enjoying the dance so much. Just then, the music changed,, and a very slow and romantic song started flowing in the air, making the atmosphere much more romantic.