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“You’re just lying to yourself, bro. She doesn’t remember you. Why can’t you accept that? You’re only torturing yourself.” “Fuck!” The curse ripped from his throat as Lemuel’s words replayed in his head like a curse he couldn’t shake. ............. Flora Amor stomped toward the man lounging on the sofa inside the boutique at MOA, his thoughtful gaze fixed on her as though he were studying every detail.

At Ammy's continued silence, his grin grew wider and the clear salve on his lips drew Ammy's admiring eye. The man hummed, executed a courtly bow and Ammy took a deep breath as she watched the black robes, he wore shift and pull tight over his muscled chest. The movement brought the scent of the man to Ammy's sensitive nose, and she grew lightheaded with a sudden longing to draw nearer, hide her face in the man's long neck. Orange blossoms, cloves and the faintest hint of cinnamon, decadent and soothing all at once.

“You think you can buy me? The truth is, you’ve belonged to me since years ago. Ever since the fire at Jessica’s new house.” Amora’s breath caught in her throat. “What do you mean? Stop talking nonsense!” Amora snapped. Her eyes tried to read the papers lying on top of her body, but her restrained position made it impossible. “What are these papers?! Untie me!” Instead, the man chuckled softly as his eyes roamed over her from head to toe. “Back then, when you were still fat, you were much more obedient. Now that you’re beautiful, you’ve become arrogant.” Amora’s mind suddenly went blank. In her entire life, she was certain she had never met this man before. Not in the business world, nor any

Amara couldn’t stop glancing at the book. She’d tried ignoring it tried burying herself in work, her morning runs, her quiet evenings with tea and half-read novels. But every time she passed that table, her gaze landed there. Finally, one evening, she gave in. She opened the first page and froze. There, scrawled faintly in pencil at the top corner, were words she recognized immediately. His handwriting again. Small. Careful. Hesitant. “To remember what I forgot to say.” That was it.

"That is interesting.’" HE REMEMBERED?! Amara’s pulse hammered a war drum in her throat. HE REMEMBERED EVERYTHING I SAID THEN"?! THAT WAS WINE TALK! She smoothed her dress—stiff with dried pool water—and adjusted the linen hat. "Just... being friendly!" FRIENDLY?! her mind raged. I TOLD HIM STARS HAVE EYES! I TOUCHED HIS CHAPPED LIPS! I " I WAS LIKE A MADWOMAN! JULIEN THINKS I’M A DRUNKEN LIBRARIAN WHO MARRIES ESPRESSO MACHINES! AND YOU’RE SMIRKING LIKE THIS IS FUNNY!

"No, I wouldn't. Daddy only likes the bad lady. He lets her bully you, and he kicked you out of the bedroom and forced you to be a nanny. "If he really lost his memory, then how can he remember such a big company and all those complicated social connections but forget only you, Mommy?" That was right. Ambrose claimed he had amnesia, yet he hadn't forgotten his company or all the people in his network. The only thing he'd conveniently forgotten was me. I'd been in the business world for years and had seen all kinds of tricks, yet I'd actually fallen for such a shallow lie. I clenched my teeth and laughed at my own stupidity.

For me, I would rather kill myself than to be used like a whore. "I hope so," she answered in agony. "The two of you miss please come now, the capo is waiting," a chauffeur ordered us then we followed him in a sexy black limousine. The chauffeur opened the door, we had second thoughts of getting in but we need to. I was shocked, the man was young wearing a tuxedo while sitting comfortably inside the car. His other leg was crossed onto his other leg. He was staring at us that sure was intimidating. His eyes it was beautiful, his nose was perfect, his lips were luscious, his scent was so manly,and his hair, it looked so good. He was a tan-skinned man that was sure tall and muscular. Overall th

Provoking him to have her again. Groaning, Amaan snapped out of his demented thoughts. Running a cold shower, he made the quickest exit, fearing Asmaira would wake up. Though he had submitted his blood sample, he was fully convinced he was intoxicated, and that’s the only explanation he had for behaving like a sex starved beast. He dreads the moment when he has to meet Asmaira. And as much as he wished she would be asleep by the time he returned, he found her awake. It took every ounce of strength to utter a word, and apologizing was the basic thing he should do.

the host announced, trying to sound excited, but he looked nervous. Amélie’s voice rang out, clear and confident. “Ten million euros.” The room went silent for a moment, like everyone needed time to understand the number. Ten million. Amélie didn’t look at the host when she said it. She looked straight at me, eyes full of hate, like the money was not even the main point. She wanted me to know she could buy him. And she wanted me to know she planned to.

she replied. After speaking to Owen, she went into the library and put down her book. Evelina tries to put her book on a shelf that is quite high out of reach. The girl is tiptoeing to grab the shelf, but her hands didn’t even reach the bookshelf Suddenly there’s a man’s hand helping Evelina to put down her book. Then, Evelina thanks the man. When she turned around and saw the man, she was shocked. She didn’t think that the man would help her. TO BE CONTINUED...