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I pulled the trigger, and the bullet found its mark. I spent that night throwing up, while Francis sat silently by my bed, patting my back with a tenderness that then felt like a distant memory. At 3:00 a.m., I stumbled to the kitchen for water. As I passed the study, I overheard Francis talking. "I refuse to believe she doesn't love me, that all these years mean nothing to her," he said. I froze outside the door. The butler's voice came through, saying, "Don't rush it, Don. After the wedding, you'll have all the time in the world to shape her."

He held out his hand and took it. He led me into the work study, and at the back I could notice a new bookcase. When I approached it, I was in shock at what he had given me. It was the complete collection of first editions by the most prolific romance authors of the past. I gasped. “I realized Luca's gift was nice, but I thought you might want more,” Alessandro said, his voice husky. “You deserve better.” I touched the books devotedly and looked at Alessandro in complete shock.

Was it from a novel Paige had read before? "What? Do you also think I'm right?" Chris asked with a smile. Paige refuted, "You should read fewer messy novels." Who would have thought that someone like Chris, a CEO, actually liked reading all sorts of romance novels? Did he ever imagine himself in those novels, fantasizing about being the male lead? Chris said, "I don't read any messy novels. I read the painstaking works of the authors." Paige was at a loss for words. Did she also not read the authors' painstaking works? Such double standards.

He paused for a while and then pointed at my book. "Did you like how the Alpha saved the girl from the monsters?" Alexander questioned. I looked at him, eyes wide. "Have you read this before?" I asked. "Yeah, I have." "I didn't know you were into romance novels." I said with curiosity. "Well, I have many hobbies. He chuckled. It was released in my high school year. I didn't know you like old books." He continued. "Old books are better. They know what pure love is..." I said while smiling. This is the first time someone knew what genre of books I love.

If sunrise ever had a scent, I would say it was Valentina’s. I flipped through the pages of her notes and inhaled the scent of each page, I wanted Valentina’s scent burnt to my brain. I was looking for more notes when a book toppled and fell out of her bag, landing on my chest. The book was titled “Valentine’s Day.” By “Guillotine” I have seen her clinging unto this particular book before, she went everywhere and anywhere with it. It was probably one of the contemporary romance books with a weak-ass female lead, a plot lacking storyline, and thousands of sex scenes, yet she seemed to cherish this one book.

The need to have something that belongs to her in my hands overpowering the need to wrap them around his throat. Bart tries a few more numbers while I study the novels stored carefully in the old bookcase. I recognize a lot of fantasy books, some historical novels and a lot of romance novels. My fingers caress the backs of the novels until one in particular speaks to me. 'Tears of Tess.' I caress the front of the paperback. The cover is simple with the middle half of a woman on the front and the title crossing it. I flip it over and read the blurb. My eyes skim over the text as a small smile plays across my lips when I finish reading.

Then I recalled he once told me that he found out four years ago. "They're not... smutty. Just romance with a little..." I couldn’t finish the sentence because he was too right. All of my favourite books were downright smutty, especially the ones I read nowadays.

"Not for sale. Just… in case the rain lasts." That made her smile wider. “You run this place?” “Yes, I’ve been a book lover since I was a kid, I bought it from an old couple ten years ago.” “That's cute.” “So, tea?” “Tea sounds nice.” Three minutes later, they sat by the window, Teacups between them. Romance books neither of them had opened. "You don’t seem like the romance type," she teased. Rowan’s ears turned pink. "I like the ones where love sneaks up. You know? Two people… just slowly falling. No games. No drama. Just warmth.”

With two claps of my hands, the lights went off and I languidly slipped under the covers and searched for the e-book version of the steamiest romance novel my mind has ever had to process. I often sought solace in the comforting umbra of these silent walls. I discovered at a very tender age that the dark is your companion when you do not want to be haunted by knowing. I did not want to know the truth, or what I feared to be the truth, so I ran into the welcoming arms of darkness and explicitly narrated sexual endeavours between a young woman and an older man who both know what kind of service their bodies need. As I scrolled through the page and allowed my imagination to take care of the res

Or a library on steroids. When she reached the romance section, she had to restrain a squeal of delight when she found an array of old-school romances from the seventies and eighties in their bodice-ripping glory: in rainbow hues, the covers depicted men with bulging arms, their shirts open to the wind as women swooned in their arms. Some of the women stood in the strangest poses; Lucy had to cover her mouth to keep from giggling like an idiot.