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Everything in this place seemed to breathe peace. He, however, brought a storm. I came to choose some books for Aria," he stated at last, voice low and smooth, tinged with something inscrutable. "Oh," Lena blinked in surprise. "She didn't come with you?" "She has a tutor this afternoon." He moved closer, the leather of his shoes making no sound on the wood floor. "But she said something about a book about.a dragon librarian? Lena's lips curled, a small, real smile forcing its way through. "Ah, *The Library Dragon*. Yes. It's a favorite."

Their voices drifted to me as clearly as if they were speaking beside my chair. “Princess, you were always good with blades, but now… it’s like you’ve improved overnight,” Dorrin said, his turquoise eyes fixed on her. “Fantastic job.” “I don’t know,” Mira murmured, a note of confusion in her tone. “I just feel… different. Faster. Stronger.” “Maybe practice is finally paying off,” Dorrin suggested. She didn’t reply. “I have something for you,” Dorrin continued. He pulled a worn leather book from behind his back. “Saw how you kept staring at the books in the market. Thought you might like this, Lord Gamilton.”

I said, sliding into the back seat beside Noelle. He handed me a sleek black card before starting the car. “Mr. King said to give this to you, ma’am.” I took it carefully, feeling the cool weight of it in my hand. For a brief second, I wondered what Roman was thinking — or planning. Then Noelle leaned toward me, whispering with a grin, “First stop — Dior.” The city shimmered under the afternoon sun — the kind of golden light that made everything look expensive. Glass storefronts glowed, and the air carried the hum of traffic, faint perfume, and laughter from the crowd.

she hesitantly asked tightening their entwined hands. " I am BENJAMIN DIOR WALKER, the Sanguine Tyrant of the Verboten World."

" I asked and they all helped me to go down the stairs with my wedding dress on. I am inside the limousine with Dior. We're already parked at the venue and just waiting for everyone to settle down outside. "Oh, look at Pyro," Dior said. "He might look dangerous but he's dashing in his black suit today. I looked at her and saw her smiling widely. I just shook my head. I need to be used to her sentiments on handsome men. She's just too open to her thoughts about how men look and how excited they make her seem.

“I’m thinking about how dangerous it is to let you out in public looking like that.” Her cheeks flushed despite herself. She looked away, pretending to examine a display, but the corner of her lips betrayed her. “Juliet, create her a profile and add her to my account.” I instructed, and she smiled happily. More commission for her then. We left Cartier with their signature red bags in Stephen’s arms. I’d had him meet us to carry our shopping packages. But I wasn’t done. Not yet. At Dior, she disappeared into a fitting room with a gown. Black, sleek, hugging every curve. When the curtain parted just enough for me to see, I caught a glimpse of her body, framed in satin, dangerous in its simplic

She soon began to question his judgment, especially after the purple dress which made her resemble a fucking eggplant and was clearly a size or two too small for her. Her favorite store had been Dior. Amber felt like a queen shopping there, with all its beautiful dresses, like she’d entered a wonderland of the fairy godmothers. Magical gowns which were beautiful creations, fairy-tale like. She had to go behind Leo’s back and send the sales assistant off with armloads of stuff to put back because the chef was insistent, she purchased like twenty dresses.

Then I pulled away, stepping toward the bed, toward the kingdom he had laid for me. The first box revealed black Louboutin heels, razor-sharp and gleaming under the bedroom chandelier’s warm light. A Dior purse in powder gray, chains glinting, lay beside them. A miniature Kelly bag in pale blush sat proudly, its leather impossibly soft. Scattered along the bedspread were sleek bottles of perfume—Chanel, Dior, Baccarat Rouge, Tom Ford—all lined like an arsenal of allure. Dresses, silk and satin, were folded in tissue paper, their labels whispering nothing but power and beauty.

Indeed, it was vanilla spread on chocolate cake. “You look divine, Elo…” “The scent of the Dior perfume on her skin was more captivating when I perceived it from behind. Her hair was neatly packed, and her abdomen was neither too flat nor too protruding. I kissed her shoulders and felt the sides of her belly when she turned to face me. “Pierre… please calm down. You have me all t yourself this afternoon, evening, night and even tomorrow, if you wish.” “Elo baby, you are… irresistible.”

Brian exhaled sharply, like he had been waiting for them to leave. I thought he was enjoying their presence. Even standing up for her. I barely held back a scoff. Dimwit. His shoulders slumped while I resumed my attention to the proposed contract in front of me, twirling the fountain pen in my hand. Dior wants our partnership with our Aurieling Choker collection for their newest runway exhibition, and they are willing to pay… My eyes widened. Five million dollars? What do they think we are selling to them, candies? I scribbled my signature at the left end that boldly read, DISPOSE. Even if it will help with our promotion, I won’t tolerate being devalued.