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he answered, and this just made me even more curious to ask him more questions. “Even though you can order it, but then it would take days for it to get here and you need it right now, so you had to come here,” I answered, giving him an explanation, and he nodded in agreement, immediately locking in. “What’s the name of this book?” I asked, and he swallowed. “Just an old classic historical romance book; Rebellious Love by Maura Seger,” he answered, and I slowly nodded. “Okay then,” I said as I took slow steps away from him.

Knowing him, Cassidy was convinced Asher must've needed the brat for some important business and she'd asked for marriage in return. Well, Cassidy was not new to competition and struggle, but in the end, she'd always got whatever it was she wanted. She got the best dolls, the best clothes, and more of her parents' attention than her other siblings. Then as she grew, she competed for the best boyfriends over her peers. As an adult she got herself the best husband, he was old but rich, pliant, so manageable. She'd left him to be with the best lover, she made good money from the divorce that ensued of course. Still, it was true that she left her ex-husband just to be with Asher.

I whispered the headline and hovered my finger over the screen, contemplating on if Ii should open the article. My heart was pounding by the second and with a deep breath, I tapped on it and it opened instantly. I swallowed and swiped up. The headline was the first thing I saw then a few words about the writer followed. I scrolled to the start of the article and started to read; Son of billionaire business man, Anthony Hogan and Heiress of the Hills Global Communication company were spotted having a romantic dinner date at a restaurant and the pair looked like the perfect couple. Sources say that the two rekindled while on a trip recently and they have been together ever since then. There ar

Michael then instructed his assistant to follow Francis, and sure enough, the man sold off the ring at the pawnshop. Christina had used up all her savings of ten thousand dollars for this ring back then, yet Francis had only managed to sell it for five hundred now. So this was how much their relationship was worth. Christina had always been a headstrong person who did things without any hesitation. Since the day she sold off the wedding ring, Michael found that his hatred towards her started to grow deeper day after day.

He threw her onto the bed and climbed on top of her, taking control of the situation. He grabbed her hair, pulling it lightly as he entered her from behind. Penelope moaned at the sensation, feeling completely dominated by her husband's strength. Liam held onto her waist tightly as he thrust harder and harder, leaving bruises on her skin. As he pounded into her, he whispered dirty talk into her ear, telling her how sexy she looked and cursing every time she did something that turned him on.

The smell of new books has kept enticing a chunk of the population, albeit a smaller percentage, and mostly, people who buy from us are collectors, those who are too rich to spend money on things of the past–and that's what we offer: old, tanning books with worn out spines; a remnant of the past, a time when HarmonyMatch was never a thing. I man the register for a couple of old folks who got a stack of magazines. I smiled as they walked out the store, his hands on her shoulder, both smiling as they talked about their purchase. I thought about how they were Matched, whether they knew each other before the ceremony, if they were childhood sweethearts, or if they were familiar faces you see on

“This was supposed to be your Valentine’s gift, but everything went to shit and I completely forgot.” Draven glanced at it, still grinding against her. “What the hell am I supposed to do with a book? Don’t bore me, Selene. I’m so goddamn horny.” He kissed her neck harder, squeezing her breasts. “Calm down,” she laughed, “The gift is what’s inside.” He took the book from her hands. “Her Price, His Obsession,” he read aloud. “What’s in it?” Selene opened to chapters 15 and 16, then passed it back to him.

“Though you might want to know… people are talking. Wondering why Damien Drake suddenly decided to play hero for a designer whose only real claim to fame is being stabbed in the back by her own sister.” Serena’s jaw clenched. “And I suppose you’re the one stirring the pot?” Camille’s smile didn’t falter. “I don’t need to. People are smart enough to connect the dots. Especially once they start digging into your father’s colorful history with Damien’s family.” Serena’s pulse thudded, but her face remained impassive. “What exactly are you implying?” “Just that Damien doesn’t do anything out of love,” Camille said, rising gracefully from her chair. “He does things for leverage. Control. Power. I

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.

He was about to pull away when things were getting pretty intense but she pleaded. “Don’t stop Ronald, I want you....” Raina pulled away from the kiss and let go of her robe. Ronald’s jaw was literally on the carpet. He couldn’t believe what he was looking at. Raina was in red sexy lingerie which enhanced her well-defined bump. Ronald could feel himself getting hard, he was sure a cold shower couldn’t cure his erection this time around. He wanted her so bad. “This is the best birthday gift, my love, I promise to be as gentle as I can.” He lifted her in a bridal style, ready to make love to the Queen of his Heart. The End.........