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I say and she frowns at me. “You don’t know that for sure.” She says and I sigh deeply. She doesn’t want to see the truth. “You’re just assuming he knows.” She says refusing to take my word for it but I know the truth. “I know it from the deepest pits of my heart. Oliver knows everything and it doesn’t make a difference in his life.” I say feeling it in my soul. It breaks my heart that he doesn’t care that I like him. If this was a movie, I would be the nerdy, awkward girl that falls in love with the rich popular kid. We would have the best year of our life and become the popular couple in school. It would be a love story for the history books but this is reality.

His mouth moved slowly at first, tasting the sweetness lingering on my lips before his tongue brushed lightly across them, coaxing my mouth open just enough for him to steal the candy back with a quiet amused breath. My heart skipped wildly. For a moment neither of us moved. Then he leaned closer again. This time when his lips met mine the kiss deepened, lingering longer as if he was savoring the taste we now shared. The sweetness of the strawberry candy mixed with the warmth of his breath. My fingers tightened around the edge of my seat. His hands stayed braced against the car instead of touching me, one resting near the headrest beside my head while the other remained near the mirror, yet

Louise smirked “Its been a while, darling that we met again. I guess we are destined to be together “ and he suddenly held her two hands and kissed her hand as he gave an prince impression towards her. Girls at side became envious and mad towards Loki. “ Wait! You misunderstood guys! I don’t know him! “ Loki sighed and kept her awkward face. "Louise, can you please sit down now?" Their professor interrupted Louise and their class going to started. "AL righty, Sir!" Louise sat down as he placed his elbow on the table and his eyes kept flirting at Loki. He reached his hand over to her, giving a letter saying "thank you for saving me, my darling"

“She’ll probably spend the whole holiday in here if you let her.” I walked the aisles slowly, trailing my fingers over the books. Classics. Thrillers. A whole section of contemporary romance—Mirabel’s doing, mostly. She’d started collecting them in high school, said they were “escapist but smart.” I’d never read them. Too many happy endings. Too much hope wrapped in pretty words. I pulled one down at random. Dark cover, brooding man in a suit, and title written in gold foil: Claimed by the Billionaire. I snorted softly, then slid it back.

CHAPTER 14 PART 1 WHEN THE WORLD BELIEVES YOU The city believed the story immediately. It always did when the narrative was neat. Maya Lancaster, billionaire heiress, engaged to a man of equal standing. Smiling photos. Elegant announcement. Words like strategic union, longstanding family connection, a perfect match. The world loved symmetry. Ethan stood in the half-lit shop, phone in his hand, the headline burning into his vision. He read it again. And again. As if repetition might reveal a hidden clause, a truth buried beneath the font.

“Some days I think I’m over him. Others, it’s like he’s still… everywhere.” Aaron nodded, eyes still on the road. “Yeah. That’s how love works. It doesn’t let you unsubscribe that easy.” I smiled, bitter and fond. “You sound like an old man who’s had his heart broken ten times.” “Please. My heart is in mint condition,” he declared. “Except that one time in seventh grade when Amelia threw my valentine card in the trash. Still not over it.” I giggled. “You’re ridiculous.” “I’m hilarious. And I’m also the only one brave enough to drive you to a party where your almost-soulmate is probably pacing around like a lion on crack.”

I gently graze his lips with mine, wetting them with my gentle kiss. He places his hands upon the small of my back and pulls me in closer, kissing me back with a soft and warm passion. His lips and tongue dance with mine—sending spasms of lust spiralling through my core. This first kiss feels so amazing—sensual, passionate, and delicately sexy. The expensive scent of his cologne only further spikes my desire for him. He smells so manly and clean.

I bit my bottom lip, shrugging. "What kind of books do you mean? There are motivational books, novels..." I trailed off, listing various genres. Colby rubbed his face, frustration etched on his features. "The book I'm talking about is...dark. Dark romance." I cocked my head, signing, "I do read that. Why? What's wrong?" Colby's eyes seemed to bore into mine. "Then you might know...have you ever had any fantasies? Like, reading them, did you ever imagine..." He trailed off, his gaze intense.

I kept scrolling and then I saw something that made me stop. An engagement photo. Adrian was smiling. Actually smiling. It didn’t look like the one I’d managed to coax out of him in the club. This one reached his eyes and it changed his entire face. He looked different. Happy. His arm rested comfortably around Dylan’s waist, a ring gleaming on his finger. The caption read; “He said yes.” The date made me pause. It was less than a year ago. I met Adrian in the bar only a week ago.

“I love you, Cassandra. More than I’ve ever loved anyone. We’ll get through this. I promise.” I rested my head on his chest, listening to his heartbeat. “I love you too. Even when I’m mad. Even when I’m scared. You’re worth all of this.” The conversation eventually turned softer. We talked about the early days, the first spark when we met during the move-in, the stolen glances across the dinner table, the way we fought the attraction for so long before finally giving in. It felt good to remember why we were doing all of this and why we were willing to risk everything.