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His fingers grazed the nape of my neck first, then trailed slowly down my spine light, deliberate touches that made my body shiver involuntarily. “Cold?” he asked quietly, almost teasing. “Not exactly,” I whispered, my voice betraying the effect he had on me. From the corner of my eye, I caught the small black velvet box in his other hand. He flipped it open, and there it was — a diamond necklace so beautiful it could have been stolen from a royal vault. The sparkling stones caught the dim light, and in the center hung a delicate charm with the letter R engraved in gold. My initial. My breath caught. “Luther… this is—”

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"This isn’t a romance novel, Nanny. This is my life, and I’m just trying to do my job without embarrassing myself." Nanny laughs, clearly enjoying this way too much. "Oh, Isa. You’re making it sound like it’s the worst thing in the world. Just imagine it—a forbidden workplace romance, secret glances, and the tension! Oh, how thrilling! The babysitter and the boss. You’ve already got the perfect setup." I glare at her. "Nanny, stop. He’s my boss, and he has a child. A cute child, by the way, who is clearly going through something. I’m not about to entertain any fantasies about him."

70 VIKTOR Her breath was ragged against my chest, her hands pressed into me with an urgency that mirrored my own. It was as if the air between us had thickened, making it harder to breathe, harder to think. Her body trembled beneath my touch, but there was something else, something darker lurking in her eyes that made my pulse quicken. She had never been more beautiful, more mine, than she was in this moment. I tilted her chin up, my fingers brushing against her delicate skin, and I could feel the tremors in her. She wasn’t just scared; she was on the edge, just like me, walking the fine line between love and madness.

The way he had unleashed his unbridled passion on her, as if he had been waiting for this moment all his life, had ignited something within her… something frighteningly delicious but also dangerously alarming. Rose refused to believe she was falling for Roman Bianchi. If it hadn’t been for his good looks, his cool almost cold temperament, and the peculiar line of business he was in, she would have probably never looked at him twice… or so she told herself. But there was something about the dangerous man, some je-ne-sais-quoi, which drew her to him, like a moth to flame. She knew that the fact he had been her first played a major role on how she felt right then… She also knew that his magneti

“You’ll come to your senses.” “Don’t count on it,” she hissed. But she knew he would come back. And worse—she knew part of her wanted him to. Not the arrogant businessman. But the heat in his eyes. The promise in his voice. The danger. As the SUV disappeared down the dirt road, Evelyn stood still, heart hammering in her chest, hands trembling slightly with rage—or something close to it. She had just met the man who wanted to take everything from her. And he had looked at her like he wanted to devour her. Trouble had arrived. And his name was Damien Romano. --

a familiar voice drawled, “you got lost and stumbled in here looking for more romcoms.” I turned sharply to see Enzo leaning against the doorway, arms crossed, his eyes flicking to the books in my hands. He didn’t even try to hide the smirk spreading across his face. “They’re not romcoms,” I said defensively. He pushed off the doorway and strolled closer, plucking the top book off my stack without asking. His brow arched as he glanced at the cover. “Right. And this one about two rival bakers falling in love is clearly a political thriller.”

Elena sighed and pressed closer to his warm body, feeling their heartbeats begin to sync. His lips brushed softly against her neck, his warm breath trembling slightly on her skin. Elena closed her eyes, losing herself in the sensations enveloping her — safe in his arms. Luca slid his hands beneath her blouse, feeling the subtle tremble of her body adapting to every touch. His fingers traced the curve of her waist, climbing slowly to her back, revealing soft, velvety skin. Their breaths mingled as Luca lowered a deep kiss to her collarbone, followed by a lighter, almost wet kiss. Elena shivered and arched toward him, silently calling him closer.

"Yes." Mr. Owen and Stephen exchanged looks. "Would your girlfriend be Mrs. Alexandria Spencer?" The muscles in my neck tightened. "No. My girlfriend is Miss Alexandria Collins." Stephen opened a folder he'd placed on the table and retrieved a paper. Sliding it across the table, he said, "We wanted you to see this before the detective came in. Would this be the signature of your girlfriend?" I bit the inside of my cheek as I read. Starting at the top, it read: