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But peace. I watched from the doorway. Damien beside me. "This will end badly," he said quietly. "Maybe. Probably. But maybe not. Maybe they figure it out. Maybe in five years they—" "In five years Hope is barely adult. Lucas is pushing thirty. The age gap—" "Is concerning. I know. But Damien—look at them. Really look. They are not—in love. Not yet. Not romantically. They are—bonded. By trauma. By understanding. By—being the only people who really see each other. That might become love. Might become romance. Might become—complicated. But right now it is just—connection. Deep connection. Healing connection. And maybe that is enough. For now. For today. For—however long it lasts."

“Were you not the one who started this? You only texted me once. Just to ask if I got home safely. No good night. No how are you. No nothing.” My breathing shook. “I noticed everything,” I whispered. “And it hurt.” He was in front of me again before I realized it. His hands came up, gentle now, thumbs brushing my cheeks, wiping away the tears I refused to let fall properly. Then he pressed a soft kiss there, as if apologizing without words. “Aria,” he murmured. “It has been a long time since I have been in something real.” His forehead rested briefly against mine. “It has mostly been flings,” he continued. “Simple. Detached. I do not know how to do this properly anymore. Especially with the

"And Riley, you've been very open about the challenges you faced. The age gap, the professional ethics questions. Watching the show, those struggles come through powerfully." "That was important to us," Riley managed, finding her voice. "We didn't want the show to sugarcoat anything. Yes, we found each other. Yes, we're happy. But it wasn't easy. We want people to understand that." Jennifer nodded. "Let's talk about the age gap. You were twenty-eight, Samuel was twenty-one when you met. That's seven years. Some viewers have criticized the relationship, called it inappropriate. What do you say to that?" Riley had prepared for this question. They'd known it was coming.

The old woman had a soft smile on her face. “I didn’t think you two would end up getting married.” Manang Greta spoke. “Why, Mom?” Danica asked. “Is it truly impossible for them to be married?” The words escaped her lips, filled with a mix of curiosity and uncertainty. “The only reason I didn’t believe Ryker and Claire could be married was because of their great age difference.” “Really?” she asked, shocked by her tone of voice. “Is a 12-year gap too long? Miss Claire, would a grown man be much better in a relationship?” She asked with a smile on her face.

“Girl, just let it go before it spirals further. Enjoy your youth girl! Do what twenty-somethings are supposed to do.” “And what's that?” I asked dryly. She grinned. “Drink, kiss strangers, and cry over boys you'll forget next month.” I rolled my eyes. “Good for you.” “The more I think about your situation, the more familiar it appears.” She smirked. “It'll make such good fiction.” I threw a glare at her and she shrugged innocently. “It's a quite popular trope these days, Age gap, forbidden love, CEO, blah blah blah. ”

I growled, pulling back to meet her red, swollen eyes. "I... I don't want to marry you because you are old... older than me and we have a de-decade age gap," she stammered, her voice barely audible. I chuckled darkly, pinching her waist and savoring the little gasp she gave. "Don't worry, flower," I said, my voice syrupy with mock affection. "Nowadays, age doesn't matter. What really matters is love — and I love you a lot." She started to laugh — a bitter, broken sound. "Love? Are you kidding me? You are obsessed with me! Obsession isn't love!" she spat, venom lacing her words.

"You think I don't know you're still here because of my friend." Elen tried to swallow his laughter but failed. "You caught me, guilty as charged." Their laughter filled the room. Maya had to wipe away tears as she laughed so hard; her brother was so mischievous. "Speaking of Beatrice, I am really into her, you know. She is gorgeous." "Ugh," Maya gagged, "spare me the love talk, okay? You're almost twenty-five and she's nineteen, that's a five-year gap.” Elen's arms were akimbo. "What the hell are you saying? People who have a ten or twelve-year gap marry."

“At first I just looked at him and saw how beautiful he was, the doctors were always amazed to see such a young and smart person.” “Well, actually maybe Dr. Mark shows his affection that way.” I say trying to be cupid. “I know, I'll wait.” She tells me with her pretty eyes looking at the sky. “I've done it for four years, I can't wait longer.” She tells me, sighing. I glanced at Dr. Mark who was talking to Harry, he looked cold and calculating, but I could see what Dr. Miller was saying, and my heart started pounding. What is happening to me?

she whispered, her voice trembling. For the first time, he looked directly at her, meeting her gaze fully. “Scarlett…” he began, but his voice broke. She closed the distance between them and kissed him. This kiss was nothing like the first. There was no hesitation, no slow discovery. It was a collision. It was the culmination of a week of avoidance, of unspoken words and stifled longing. It was desperate and hungry, a silent admission that all their carefully reasoned parameters were meaningless.

For just a second, I caught a glimpse of pain flickering across his face before it vanished behind his usual icy facade. "The wedding's next month," he said. "Nora needs a bridesmaid." Nora Hunter. The girl who had shown up out of the blue three months ago, 20 and all sunshine with her blonde hair and blue eyes, clueless about the shadows in the world. Francis had welcomed her into the mansion, showered her with jewels, and paraded her around at every high-society event. Francis kept whispering sweet nothings to me, even as he was gearing up to marry someone else.