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the lady said We drove to the store and got five Birkin bags and I couldn’t believe it, they’re worth a fortune and I have five of them? I wore the dresses and they fit so perfectly that I looked like a princess in a fairy tale. We were on our way to the party and the drive was good although with no form of communication I sat in the car and just looked down on my phone. ‘He’s acting weird AGAIN’ I rolled my eyes

I could hear Rowan moving beside me, his quiet breathing breaking the silence. He’d tried asking what was wrong, but how could I tell him? How could I tell him that if I closed my eyes, I saw Ruben’s hand reaching for me… or that every time I felt someone’s touch, even his, my whole body froze? So I told him nothing was wrong. It was a lie. A small one. But one that kept me from unraveling in front of him. Rowan’s hand brushed lightly across my arm, and I stiffened. Not because I didn’t trust him, but because the memory of that other touch ..Ruben’s touch .. flashed so vividly in my head it made me shiver.

My Dearest Readers, Where do I even begin? [Pauses to dramatically clutch chest] Firstly, thank you SO much for joining me on this wild, emotional, and (hopefully) addictive journey through the Intertwined series. Whether you've been here since Chapter 1 or just stumbled upon this story today, know that every time you open this book, my heart does a little happy dance. 🥹✨ A confession: Lorenzo is practically my fictional husband (sorry not sorry! 😂❤️), but because I love you all somuch, I'm willing to share him... sometimes.😉

Sanvika changed angles and took him in through her lips. They stumbled back into the restaurant… Entangled hands and legs…. Just frantically kissing. Vivaan grabbed her lifted her up and pressed her to the wall. Sanvika closed her legs around him. She kissed him with passion. Vivaan kissed down to her neck and down to her cleavage. Sanvika’s fingers entangled in his hair as her head fell back in pleasure. She bit onto her lips.

Years later… “Ryan, you’re going to be late for school!” Ryan Kruger flew the stairs with his backpack on his shoulder to meet his parents around the dining. With his gaze on his mum, he grabbed his scattered books laying on the dining table and put them into his bag. “Good morning mum,” Ryan finally said when his mum met his gaze. “Morning sweetheart,” she replied handing him a brown paper bag. “I saw you already. Why leave your books on the dining table? Anything could have happened to them. They could have gotten wet or had food spill on them.”

I have been daydreaming for a while just then my manager and best friend, Stella, walks towards me. “Let’s go and celebrate!” she grinned as I, once again had a successful event. I laugh at her and nods happy. “Yeah sure thing, my treat~” I cooed and holds her hand playfully as we walk to my car and headed to our favorite restaurant, along with boyfriend, Russell. He and I were already three years and he is my inspiration to the books I’ve been writing. He’s like the Romeo to my Juliet. My Edward to my Bella. I giggled at the thought of it. “Girl, is that Russell?”

Doris spoke seductively, her shirt now on the floor, leaving her in a shiny white bra. Bryan sat up in his chair. “Yeah, I called you here, but it's for something important. I know you don't have anything else to do, so since we had a good relationship in the past, I decided to help you out!” He stood up and walked past her, trying very much to avoid her body. He approached a heap of old, dusty files, his main intention was to trash them since the data had already been inputted into their website, each with a corresponding code, but he now has another plan for the files.

The moment our skin touches, everything in my vision sharpens. The glyph in our bodies—his over his chest, mine in my palm—igniting in tandem, a matched flare of gold and pale lightning. The twin bond snarls between us, not in pain, in refusal. Our magic doesn’t rise like two separate storms. It locks. Not into the door, into each other. The pull stutters.

Bitterness carved deep lines around her mouth. I leaned forward despite myself, muscles coiled, gun still within reach. The candles flickered across her face, casting shifting shadows that made her look both ancient and alive. My breath came shallow. Every instinct screamed to grab the pups and run, but her words held me in place—for now. The weight of the hidden weapon grounded me as I waited for her to continue, tension crackling between us like static before a storm.

She gently removed the paper after untying the twine, her hands shaking faintly. Contained within the interior was a small and elegant black velvet box. Her heart raced as she opened it, revealing a single, silver locket. The locket was intricately designed but looked old and worn. Kendall noticed something peculiar: it was engraved with the initials “F.G” She hesitated before opening the locket, her mind racing with possibilities. While opening it, she discovered a tiny, folded message within. As she opened it, her hands trembled, displaying a message written in a neat, clear font: