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Hi, Y'all!!!! Before starting this book and getting acquainted with the characters, I strongly advise you to read the first book, "Take A Chance On Me". It is a free book. It will allow you to comprehend better some events in this sequel. Have a good reading! The night breeze hit Isabelle hard and made her tremble. She rubbed her arms to ward off the chills that were enveloping her worn-out body. She looked up at the sky that was beginning to turn dark blue and wiped away her tears. Isabelle was alone on her wedding night. Her… husband went away leaving her behind. Once again, she managed to make a fool out of herself. Shawn played her good, promising a happy ending he never delivered. Isabe

She shivered but still managed to retort, "We'll see about that." I chuckled darkly before capturing her lips in a deep, slow kiss. And just like that, the war between us ignited once again. Isabella POV. I sat on the bed, my legs folded beneath me, the soft fabric of my red satin shorts brushing against my skin. A book rested in my lap, but I had long since stopped reading. My mind was a tangled mess of thoughts, replaying the events of the day—the gun in my hands, the deafening shot, the man falling lifelessly to the ground. The horror still clung to me, wrapping around my lungs like an iron grip.

Everyone stared at the sentence. The First Reader slowly shook his head. "Impossible." The next line appeared. He protected it. The gray-coated man's calm expression finally changed. "So..." "It has decided to tell you." A powerful tremor shook the island. The wooden desk cracked down its center. The black book snapped shut. The silver lock that had fallen moments ago melted into black dust. Far across the sea... a towering column of light erupted into the sky. Within the light... a gigantic library slowly emerged.

A ripple spread across the water. The air shimmered. And before our eyes... an island slowly appeared. Not rising from the sea. Simply becoming visible. White cliffs caught the sunlight. Green forests covered gentle hills. A waterfall poured into a crystal-blue lagoon. Flowers bloomed along the shoreline. It looked as though someone had painted paradise into existence. Hope whispered, "Has it been here the whole time?" Caelum studied the island carefully. "I believe so." "It simply chose not to be seen." The Wayfinder drifted closer.

And strangely enough, he wouldn’t have wanted it any other way. Perhaps because, in a life built on control, she had been the only chaos he welcomed. The only person who could disarm him with nothing more than a look. The only home he had ever known that did not feel like war. It was almost cynical, really—how the most feared man in the room could be defeated by one pregnant woman with crossed arms. “Is there any reason for the refusal?” Uzair spoke, noticing the Don had gone quiet in thought. “Yes,” Shreyaanz answered without hesitation. “There is.”

Each point of contact a small fire that stayed lit long after his hand was gone. I walked away. Didn't look back. Dawn was six hours away. And somewhere in a cell at Shadow Peak, a pregnant woman was counting the minutes until someone came for her. I was coming.

We were in our pajamas, in the middle of the night, two people who swore they wanted nothing to do with each other, sharing the absolute quiet of a tropical island on the other side of the world. It was the most peaceful, most intimate shit we’d ever shared. There were no boundaries to push, no agendas to follow. We were just two shipwrecked people, sharing a space and a fragile, desperate loneliness. I finally closed my book, the heavy leather cover making a soft thud. "It's quiet, hey?" I asked, needing to break the spell. "Too quiet," he murmured, still not looking up from his book. "It makes you think about all the things you spend your life trying not to think about."

It has floor-to-ceiling shelves filled with books. I scoot closer, plucking one of the books from the shelves and scanning through it. Apparently, it’s an erotic book, given the naughty image of two ladies on their knees as they simultaneously blow a man’s cock, their hands bound tightly at their backs. It’s titled ‘A Dom’s Way Of Spitroasting The Subs.” I turn the pages, and each chapter is transcribed into x-rated images. My pussy quivers when I see the image of the two sluts turned upside down on an inversion table while the Dom treats them with his cock.

“I don’t know. Jury’s still out.” It had been one of those rare quiet evenings. No weird energy in the forest, no surprise visits from silver-eyed men, and no dramatic dreams of fire or death or anything else that usually haunted my nights lately. Just a warm cottage, a friend who knew when not to push, and a few good scones in the making. Honestly, it was exactly what I needed. “You know,” Isabella said suddenly, flipping the page with a little too much annoyance, “if this man groans one more time in italics, I swear I’m setting the book on fire.”

The room had obvious, stifling tension. Catalina attempted to concentrate on Luca and gave him a little, real grin. In this dark, perilous universe she had been dragged into, he was the sole lighthouse. Her heart contracted as he noticed her smile and grinned back—a flash of warmth. She was reminded so much of the small brother she had always wanted but never had.