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’ She thought as her eyes tears fall. As Loki went home. She only could rest on her bed to forgot everything from her ex and rolled her body side by side then fall asleep, while she kept holding a picture of her and Jen together. •• At a wee mansion of Louise Luthenberg, Louise cheerfully smiled and walked around in his room and sat to his soft couch. As he removed her leather black jacket, an ID card dropped on his floor and felt curious. He was surprised. ‘It was her.. My darling Loki.’

The young woman sitting by me stopped her game and watched me rant in astonishment. When I ran out of angry words, she clapped her hands in succession, and it echoed in the silence. "Well said, Princess, but I think someone lied to you, just like they lied to some of them over there," she said, pointing to a point in the room's corner. "Over there in the blue dress is Princess Kit of the Blue Brook Pack. She was given away as an alliance gift to the Lycan King and found herself as a slave here the very next day. Following her is Princess Yvette from the distant pack region of the werecats. She was told that she was to be matched with the Lycan Prince. She has not gotten over the deceit that

Roses, a white dress, the guests, the sunshine: it all felt so vivid, yet so surreal. His gaze landed on the empty spot where the bridesmaid should have been, and it all clicked why that seat was unoccupied. Natalie was gone. She was gone forever. She had taken her life. She had done that with his unborn child when she leapt from the 18th floor. It was all because he tampered with her medicine, because he dared her to prove her true love, and because of his whispered lies of forever and always. He did everything to win her heart.

Back then, he had used this trick to win over her heart too. Looking back, she finally realized how stupid she was before. A man’s promise was only a lie. All the romantic gestures were traps to bedazzle the woman’s heart. The corners of her lips twitched into a sardonic smile as she held the bouquet of flowers. Matthew thought success was near upon seeing her smile. Immediately, he did as he had rehearsed before and led her toward the hall that was covered with fresh flowers. He readjusted his emotions, knelt one knee, and held her hands. “Christina, I like you. Be my girlfriend.”

she asked lightly. “Yes.” “Romantic.” His gaze flicked up briefly. “Hold still.” He rolled her sleeve carefully. The graze ran along her upper arm, shallow but angry. “It’s nothing,” she said. “It’s not nothing.” His fingers were steady as he cleaned the wound. But his breathing wasn’t. She noticed. “You’re shaking,” she said quietly. “I’m not.” “You are.” He stopped moving. For one second. Then continued. “I don’t react well,” he said evenly, “when people I care about are shot.”

“Sounds cliche, doesn’t it? Most female leads in romance novels have the exact same tragic story as mine. They sell their bodies to get money for their family members, and then they run into domineering CEOs. “Unfortunately for me, I’m not you nor those female leads. I didn’t run into Kieran and Titus. I sold myself to an old man for money. “Guess who that person was.” When Carol saw her smile, her instincts told her that the man was definitely related to Sirius. Myka laughed and said, “Osborne Roland! Sirius’s father!” Carol felt her mind going blank. “Are you sure it was Sirius’s father?” “I wasn’t, but Aster knows who that man was. He checked his files and is sure it’s Osborne Roland.” My

They’re opposites in every aspect of life, still there was one thing they had in common- an attraction towards each other. He suddenly drew her closer to himself, clinging unto her tightly and her breath hitched due to the suddenness of the action. He stared down at her with a risque smile on his face- she’s a head shorter than he was, so she looked up to him and realized how close their bodies were. They were so close. She was so close to him that she caught sniffs of his expensive Jasmine scented cologne, could feel his rhythmic pulsation, his soft breaths as his exhales gently landed on her skin, sending shivers of ecstacy down her spine. Fetish.

Luciano let out a quiet sigh and followed her as she walked ahead into the restaurant. Rosa had gone far beyond her imagination to create the perfect romantic proposal, planning it meticulously. The setting was an open rooftop, laid out beneath a sky scattered with stars. A soft trail of rose petals guided the way, while deep red blooms were arranged in elegant clusters, their scent drifting through the night. Soft fairy lights and dim lamps flickered gently alongside scented candles, casting a warm, magical glow over everything. At the center, a table had been set for two.

Let him get close. A sharp, shuddering breath tore from my throat as the full reality sank in. He had been looking at me like I was a puzzle he needed to solve, his eyes sharp, calculating. He already suspected something. And when Nicholas Romanov suspected, he didn’t stop until he had the truth. Until he had blood. A cold sweat drenched my skin, making the fabric of my shirt cling uncomfortably to my body. My chest tightened, panic clawing up my throat, squeezing until I felt like I might choke on it.

I leaned in a fraction of an inch, a teasing glint in my eyes, "I prefer classic literature. Russian realism, psychological thrillers. Dostoyevsky, Fitzgerald, Hemingway. I like substance." "Substance?!" Ruby mocked, completely offended. "Are you implying my romance novels don't have substance? Excuse you, but enemies-to-lovers tropes require intense psychological maneuvering! The angst! The tension! It's art, Alexander. Your little Russian thrillers have nothing on a slow-burn romance."