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And so much more that she absolutely adored. Enemies to lovers was one she loved most, it being the one to spark that desire inside her. To have someone hate you so much, yet love you all the same... It was serene. And she wished to experience such a comfort of someone knowing all the worst parts of her and saying that despite it all, they would choose her.

Now do you see why I can't fathom being with my childhood enemy? The idea of a romantic connection with Max was abhorrent, and I couldn't picture myself being his mate. I'd rather face the possibility of a mate-less future than succumb to the irony of being entangled with the one person I'd spent my life avoiding.

“Pick. It. Up.” The girl blinked, not expecting him. “Who are you? Her daddy? Mind your….” Brian took one step closer. His presence threatening. “Pick it up,” he repeated, eyes locked on hers. Something in his expression cold, steady, older than his age made her face falter. She bent down, snatched the book, and shoved it into Lydia’s chest before storming away with an angry stomp. He dragged her before she could run . “If you ever see these two look the other way, do you understand?”

**** Author's note Thank you, readers, for taking your time to read this story. There will be grammatical errors because English is not my first language. **** * Married To My Enemy (Book 1) * His Ex-Wife ( Book 2) Please keep in mind that this is the sequence of the book "married to my enemy" for a better understanding, please read married to my enemy first. I wish you a fantastic reading experience!!

A perfect way to release all my pent-up frustration and anger, and a chance to reset my fucked-up brain. "I want you to tell me. How many have fucked this hole of yours?" Alessio stops me from kissing his neck, gazing intensely into my eyes. He squeezes the top of my ass. "Two," I reply. He frowns, clearly displeased. "Who? I want names." Is he going to kill them? Possessive Alessio turns me on. It makes me want to toy with him. "My first boyfriend and then you." "Did you have a boyfriend before I married you, Cass? Or a lover?" He latches his lips onto my neck, punishing an answer out of me, biting hard like he wants to fucking eat me alive.

To my horror, one tear escaped my right eye. This was why I was being terrible to him. My instinct was to push men away just to watch them leave. Only Flinn hadn't left in the six days we'd been back in touch. Yet. But I already knew he'd face this challenge head-on. That was just the sort of guy he was. He never shied away from difficult work. He brushed my tear away with his thumb. "Someone told me enemies-to-lovers tropes have the best sex." He drew his thumb into his mouth, tasting my tear. "That someone is smart," I growled. He nodded. "Sexy too."

And no one saw the hand guiding the flame. The fire revealed what I willed it to reveal, nothing more. Lucian thought he could defy the council, thought he could hide his bond from us. Fool. He should have remembered that no flame burns without fuel, and I control the tinder. Selene as the “bonded mate” was chaos enough. The Whitmoors would think themselves strengthened. The Alpha would fume, knowing the truth had been twisted. And the rogue… oh, the rogue would spiral into despair. Yes. Let them choke on the lies I feed them. For in the end, when the fire burns for real, there will be nothing left but ashes. ---

#ForbiddenHeirs Aiden sat on his balcony, the skyline burning gold and silver. His phone buzzed endlessly—friends, enemies, strangers clawing for a piece of him. He didn’t answer any. He should have hated Dante more than ever. He should have sworn never to touch him again. But all he could taste was the kiss. All he could feel was the fire it lit in him, a fire that wouldn’t go out no matter how he tried to smother it. And he hated himself most of all for wanting more.

“We said those vows and I know I may have passed out before I said mine back, but I fucking love you and this shit is for better, for worse, and that means even when the going is dark, you have to keep me in the loop? Okay?” He had a point, I sighed. I was being stupid about the entire thing. “I’m sorry,” I said and wrapped my hand around his waist, pulling him closer. “I know,” he said and smiled. I rolled my eyes and placed a quick kiss on his lip. “Ugh, don’t tell me the two of you are about the fuck in front of these ancient books?” Drew said from the door and I sighed. “Cockblock,” I muttered and pulled away. Darius chuckled. I walked back to the shelf and took the book out, “the symbol

If this was a trap, better one of us fall than both. He'd argued. Of course he'd argued. But in the end, he understood. Some doors only open for one person. The bookstore was called "Between the Pages." A narrow storefront on a quiet street, windows fogged with salt air, a hand-painted sign creaking in the wind. I stood across the street for ten minutes, watching. Trying to see if this was real or another layer of the game. Then I crossed and pushed open the door. --- The bell above the door chimed softly.