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"Oh My! Young Miss, look at this! They were drawing the illustration of the author! He is so handsome!" Her servant pointed a picture in the last pages of the books. A man with dark chocolate hair and a pair of beautiful eyes which have the same colour with his short hair. He looks like a small porcelain doll with warm smile. Just as Mary say, he is indeed a good-looking man. Gillian Bridgerton was a name which written under his picture. "Young Miss, he is living in Capital! A young man who wrote so many romantic stories must be knowing about how to treat woman! I like him already!"

She drops onto the couch opposite him, legs folding beneath her. “What’re you reading?” He lifts the book slightly. The Collected Stories of Nabokov. “Jesus,” she says, grinning. “You never change.” His eyes narrow faintly. “You say that like it’s a bad thing.” “I don’t know. Depends on how you were to begin with.” “Grace,” he says, her name like a warning—but there’s amusement too, buried under the low timber of his voice. “Are you trying to provoke me already?”

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"No you are not Vee. You are Vicktor Raven. Who I will marry till he inherits her company and I will take care of my family. That's it." "It's better for you to break this delusion of yours. I'm not gonna let you go anywhere. You love me don't forget that. And don't let that words of mine put your mind in his grip. Those were meant for your father just your father. That was my only way. And yes you did hurt me when you went to actually consider Nicholas 's offer. But it doesn't matter anymore since I took care of it. So Ms.Wife we are gonna be married soon look after that. And look forward for our wedding night. I'm not gonna let you sleep. So sleep as much as you want for this week. "

The silence in our home was deafening, a constant reminder of the void his absence left behind. Days turned into weeks, then months. Lily, David, and our grandchildren rallied around me, their love a source of solace in the darkest moments. But it was Ethan's love letters, tucked away in a hidden drawer, that truly brought me comfort.Each letter, a testament to his unwavering love, a whispered promise that transcended time itself. One sunny afternoon, while sorting through Ethan's belongings, I stumbled upon a worn leather-bound journal tucked away in his desk drawer. Its faded inscription read simply: "For Olivia, with love." Curiosity piqued, I settled into Ethan's favorite armchair and ca

He kept noticing. The car stopped. I got out and breathed the open air and tried to leave the last two hours in the vehicle where they belonged. The first bridal store was genuinely beautiful. Enormous glass windows along the front. Crystal chandeliers throwing fractured light across everything. Rows of white and ivory and cream arranged with the particular care of a place that understood it was selling more than fabric. For a moment, standing in the entrance with the light catching the sequins on the nearest gown, something in me lifted. This was real. I was getting married. I was going to be Fabian's Luna. Three more weeks and everything would be different.

The touch is light, brief, probably looks chivalrous to anyone watching. It makes my skin crawl. He sits across from me, immediately signaling a waiter. "Champagne. The Cristal." "Of course, Mr. Cross." We're alone at our table, but I'm acutely aware of eyes on us. Other diners glancing over. Recognizing him. Assessing me. Wondering if I'm worth the Cross fortune. "They're staring," I whisper. "They're curious." Lucien leans back in his chair, perfectly relaxed. "Lucien Cross's mysterious bride. The woman who appeared out of nowhere and landed one of the city's most eligible bachelors."

Her breasts bounce up and down as the demon thrusts into her with great force. My attention is diverted to the entry of my throne hall. Josiah and Chelsea strut through the entrance with a human male victim. “Where is my Bridge,” I mandate for response with surging rage that halts the sex going on all around me. They bow their heads as Josiah explains, “Master, we have found the Bridge, but she was taken by the Vampire King and has not left the room he took her to.”

She smirked victoriously at the effect her body movement was having on him, she was ready to take him in tonight. She mounted the bed and crawled towards her prey in tune with the music's momentum. His eyes feasted on her exposed breast, he gulped loudly and parted his lips. "What are you doing?" He muttered in a voice filled with a passionate longing to explore. He was getting impatient and wanted her all over him. She moved closer to him and sat across his thighs, her knees resting on either side of his lap. She wrapped her arms around his neck and guided her lips down to his waiting lips.