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BELLA Whoever said romance and disaster never mix had never really experienced both on the same day. One time I was with Adonis, wrapped in his scent. The next, I was in a hellhole, being tortured. “You do realise he’ll kill you, right?” I spat as the others walked out, leaving the scarred man, the one who’d cut the straps of my dress, to keep an eye on me. He brought the stool in front of my chair and sat with one leg over the other. Tilting his head, he scoffed, “He won’t kill me and he will give into my bargain.”

Closing the book in mid-sentence, he sat it back where it had been. “Why’d you stop?” JD demanded. “It was just getting good.” “The second scene between them is better.” Dean declared as they put the sandwich ingredients away. “Not as good as the scene between the three in the next book.” “Same couple?” JD asked as he picked up two of the plates and headed for the couch. “No, same story line but a different Omega.” She answered as she followed him with her own sandwich. “It’s actually part of murder mystery romance series.”

“Sorry. I just don’t want to run the risk of anyone overhearing us. The thing is, I wanted to warn you, girl. Mr. Bernardi is a dangerous man.” Kara almost laughed. She wanted to tell Marmie that was old news but refrained herself from doing so. It was like opening a Pandora's box. “It was rumored that he kills people and drinks their blood. Remember that time when girls used to disappear in this hotel? Words got around that he abducted girls - virgin girls for that matter - and made them sacrificial lambs in his altar.” Goosebumps formed on Kara’s skin, and tears pooled in her eyes.

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"It's a good thing you're going to find out today, right?" ‎ ‎The door opened and I was immediately pushed inside the office. My gaze skidded over coquette styled book shelves, pink fluffy rug beneath classic chairs arranged at the side and a well decorated office table at the center of it all. ‎ ‎As my gaze landed on her, I shifted my cane to the other hand. This time, I was uncomfortable. "If you all react like that to my question, I'll be forced to believe that this is a cult." ‎‎She glanced through the pages of a book she picked from one of the shelves. "Won't that be a lot better?"

Blushing vigorously, I turn quickly and power walk back to duty-free. I can’t believe he remembers my reaction to romance books. Of course, he’d remember to him it seems like yesterday even though it was years ago. I am hating it more and more, knowing that Greg has no memory of the last two years. It is the one thing about this I keep forgetting myself, ironically. In duty-free I look for their book section and try and find a good book to read after I finished reading Stuck in Paradise with You by Laura Carter. How funny that, how this book played out, I now have to live it. So, I look for something a little more darker. Maybe a mafia or even a fantasy with werewolves, I don’t know. Taking

As I lay in bed, the moonlight streaming through the large windows, I would imagine Arben beside me, holding me close. The warmth of his body, the scent of his cologne, the sound of his deep voice—it all flooded my senses, igniting a yearning that felt both thrilling and terrifying. I wanted to lose myself in him, to forget the reality of my situation, but the guilt gnawed at me relentlessly. It whispered that I didn’t deserve this kind of happiness, that I should resist and fight against my emotions. A pure, innocent virgin Muslim woman… With a ruthless gangster, who operated in the mafia and destroyed lives?

intrigued me. He was corrupting me... badly. “You’re wrong,” I whispered. He placed his cup down and stood, his chair scraping lightly against the marble floor. He moved around the table, slowly until he stood over me. I tilted my chin up, glaring even as my pulse raced. Would he finish what he started now? His hand lifted and his fingers brushed against my cheek, gently. I stiffened, refusing to lean into the touch. How could a monster be so beautiful yet...so destructive?

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He offered and handed his pill to me, bringing a bright smile to my face. "Thanks bro." I thanked him, and he winked, rushing out. That was how he saved me, but I knew it was only a matter of time before my secret would be exposed. This was a dangerous path to tread—the type that would bring disaster and death at the end. It was that type of romance that has no happy ending. I knew this, and I should stay away. The best option was to kill her and save myself from falling harder, but my powers are weak in front of her.