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She sat there for what felt like an eternity, her eyes fixed on the door, waiting for her betrothed to make his entrance. Finally, the door opened, and a tall figure strode into the room. Penelope's heart skipped a beat as she saw the man she had been betrothed to for the first time. He was tall and broad-shouldered, with dark hair that fell in unkempt waves around his face. He had a rugged, handsome face, with a strong jawline and sharp cheekbones. His eyes were a piercing blue and seemed to bore into her soul. He was dressed in all black, and his expression was cold and unfeeling. Penelope shuddered with fear at the sight of him, and she felt like she couldn't breathe.

I pressed my forehead to hers, my breath mingling with hers as the room seemed to close in around us. "Forever," I repeated, as if the word itself could bind us tighter than any chains. And I knew—I knew—she would never escape me. THE END. THANK YOU FOR FOLLOWING THIS SERIES TO THE VERY END! Author I*******m @agkbooks

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“You injured me but you’ve also sent me home so that evens things up. I’m not grateful to you. See you. Actually, no. See you never!” There was an evident coldness in her voice. She shut the door behind her and limped toward the bedroom. A heavy feeling weighed on his chest as he looked at the closed door. Christina heard the creaking of floorboards downstairs as soon as she laid down on the bed. The corners of her lips twitched into a sardonic smile as the noise faded away. Then, she felt relieved. If she had already decided to let go, she should not entertain high hopes that he would still guard by the door through the night, just like the old times.

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I walked in and shut the door, then jumped onto my bed. I groaned into my pillow as I tried my best not to remember what I did, but I couldn't. Why didn't I confess to the man I was madly in love with in a better way other than when I was drunk and acting stupid. My ears perked up when I heard the door close. My eyes widened, and my lungs tightened. Then my heart skipped a beat when I smelt his cologne. Anthony was home. He had not gone out, and now he was in my room. Fuck! He was here, in my room.

The night just fell making the whole room turned darker as Damon already broke the lamps but the moans of pleasure and growls of satisfaction filled the darkroom with only the proof of a big bad alpha. Damon knight claiming his only precious possession as his. But not as a possession but as his love. His first and last love. Damon fell on her sweaty body as they both ride their pleasure and came to an end. His face was dug deep inside her crook. The effect of drug turned off and his body started to get tired. But his heart still wanted to have her again and again. Moving away he stared at her face as her breathing was calmer than before. She opened her tired eyes and stared in his dark gaze

Then I pushed past him and opened my door, slamming it shut in his face as I disappeared inside. Hello guys, please don't forget to comment and give gems to the book. Also check out BRIDE TO BE and HIS BROKEN PRINCESS, leave comment and reviews on the book page in About the book. Thankyou. A. Gupta

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She ran her fingers across the cool, smooth edge of the black marble. Her chest lifted. Her chin came up. Something hot and quiet settled into her bones — not a thought, just a feeling, like she had been walking toward this room her whole life without knowing it. The joining door clicked open, and Roman stepped through, closing the panel behind him with a quiet, firm thud. He had already discarded his suit jacket, his white shirtsleeves rolled up to his thick forearms, revealing the powerful wrists that had claimed her over the weekend. He leaned against the edge of the doorframe, his dark, slate-gray eyes tracking her every move with a fierce, hard intensity.