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“Matteo Antonov.” Her fingers froze. “Rory?” She looked up slowly. “Antonov as in The Antonov?” Ezra frowned. “You know him?” “I know of him,” she said carefully. “He doesn’t buy sports teams. He buys governments.” Ezra sank into a chair. “Why me?” Aurora’s eyes softened as she pat his shoulder in comfort. “You might have pissed off the wrong god.” — Ezra tried to request a meeting.

“Mama, I think we deserve to know. We’re also suffering because of what they did. We should know who our enemy is.” Mama slammed her utensils down. She couldn’t hold it in anymore, and the anger showed clearly on her face. “They don’t deserve to be known! Don’t concern yourselves with that vile and demonic family!” she said angrily, her voice filled with disgust. It was clear on her face how much she despised that family. Damn it. I really wanted to ask if it was the Ferrers, but I couldn’t. I don’t want to make Mama angrier. But what if it is? What if the Ferrers really are our enemy? What will happen then?

“You are unbelievable.” I slipped my dick out of her slowly, cum dripping down her thigh, but still pulled her close to me, “Tell me later. When we are at the cabin.” > Later that night, we decided to go shopping for the trip. We bought snacks, drinks and other stuff we needed for the ambience. The tension in the air shifted to a flirty one when we reached the lovers aisle. “You packed candles?” I asked, my voice low in her ear, with a smirk.

"Barely worth it." "She must've been desperate for you," a female voice chimed in. "Oh, she was dripping before I even touched her." More laughter. "God, she must smell." "Like cheap perfume and poor people," Ashley’s voice cut through. "You'd have to cover her face to fuck her, though?" My chest stopped. Please, no. "I wouldn't fuck Sloane Carter with a gun to my head." The book slipped from my hands. Jar of Hearts. The one he said we'd read together.

From betrayal and survival. From a lie that started everything. And maybe, just maybe… was becoming truth. Even if it tore him apart. Even if it was dangerous. Because loving Dominic was dangerous. But not loving him? Might be worse. ---

Still clinging to the illusion that life was black and white, that desire could be filed away like paper in a drawer. Back in New Orleans, I was the girl people barely noticed. A bookworm with oversized glasses, more familiar with fictional romances than real ones. I hadn’t even kissed anyone properly, let alone... anything more. I thought sex was messy, uncomfortable, something to avoid. The thought of giving myself to someone... I mean, letting a guy inside me used to make my stomach twist, but not in a good way. And then I met Damian Holt. He was magnetic. Impossible to look away from. Tall, devastatingly handsome, with dark blue eyes that could burn straight through your soul. One glance

I ordered, then headed back to the bed. “You don’t have a preference?” she asked, sniffling back. “No,” I curtly replied. She walked over to the bookshelves, looking around, but kept glancing at me. I checked the time, and I had only two fucking hours before I needed to be up again. I’m going to be fucking selfish for once. She picked up a book, then walked back to her cushion and sat down. In her hands, holding Pride and Prejudice. I almost roll my eyes when she opens the first page. I’m drawn to what she’s reading.

*l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l* We are moving towards the end of the story. What next story would you like to read? Forced marriage or pregnancy or divorce. I have three plots in my mind right now. Also, thank you for reading this book. I really appreciate all of you.

I really don't want to imagine one of my best friends doing the kabadam though. Benji: Ask Brandon if he is against it. Brandon: Definitely not. I think I'll be cute. Alec: Of course you will. Girls dig this stuff. I should write a manga about it. Carson: About your fantasy being about your two best friends fucking each other? Benji: The book will not sell. Not one bit. Alec: What? I think it will. Carson: It wouldn't although the part about you having off may sell. Benji: I'm with Carson on this.