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Alice thought he made a mistake, but that wasn't the case. "We're heading in the right direction," Andrew remarked nonchalantly, then abruptly made a sharp turn and slammed on the brakes. "But this is..." Alice's sentence trailed off as Andrew, with a click of a remote control in his car, opened the imposing iron gate of a mansion and smoothly drove inside. "This is my private mansion and our bridal house." 'What?' It was as if a bomb had dropped on Alice's head; the idea of living with him felt overwhelming, and she still needed her space.

“I don't care about that, Lenny.” “You wouldn't care if she gets with your husband?” I'd scratch out her obnoxious face. I pressed my lips in a thin line. “You really feel nothing for Zachary now?” Lenny pressed with an unreadable expression. “Can we not talk about this, Lenny,” I groaned. “Please?” “Urgh! Fine. I'll let you off this time. But we're going to talk about it, Mads.” I pulled the parcel on my lap and pulled out the box. I pulled the ribbon off the box and lifted the lid. Inside, nestled in white tissue, were several bottles. I tilted one toward the light and read the label.

“Do you have a reason for being here, Benito?” “I came to discuss the southern patrols, but I can return later if you are occupied.” “I am not occupied.” “That is unfortunate, because you look very occupied.” I gave him a warning stare, but Benito only smiled and opened the folder he had brought. He began discussing the patrol rotations, the condition of the southern road, and the reports from two border villages, yet I noticed the way his gaze occasionally lifted toward me. He knew me too well to miss the fact that my attention was not entirely on the kingdom. When he finally closed the folder, he leaned back and said, “You have changed since she arrived.” “No, I have not.” “You have.” “I a

If I failed at this then I would have to face him in a negotiation where he had all the power and all the experience and I would probably lose everything Tobin had left me. On the morning of the third day a package arrived at the penthouse addressed to me and when I opened it I found a dress and jewelry inside along with a handwritten note. My hands were shaking as I unfolded the note and read the message written in elegant script that must have been done by Marco himself.

THE BEAST Intro: In the shadowed mountain town of blue bridge , a spoiled heiress Dominica Verda who’s not just Beautiful, sharp tongued, and dangerously stubborn lives. Dominica is not just an orphan but also an introvert, she’s a smartass business woman who runs her business from home but most times her business trips tends to take her in and out of town. She’s a popular local who’s helped the community through her family’s wealth. She’s always wanted to live a simple normal life.

“I, Elena Brook , take you, Adrian Cross, to be my lawful married husband. For better or worse, in poverty and in riches… I couldn't wait to hear the rest. I had heard those words during my brother’s wedding. Those vows, promises, those happy moments, the butterflies that usually fly in everyone’s belly. I had imagined myself saying those words one day. Now hearing them spoken to someone else entirely…it felt like a stab in my chest. And the only thing I knew was no one else but my beloved Man, My fiance was getting married but the bride isn’t me. I could hear my ears ringing. My chest tightened painfully like I was wrapped in someone’s hand and I was being squeezed. I raised my head up to l

‍Trust is a fr⁠agile th‌ing,​ l‌ike a g​la​ss bridge. On‌e crack,and everyth⁠ing falls.‍ ‌I‍ stood in​ the ba​ck‍ of​ the‌ police car, wrapp⁠ed in a blanket⁠, w‍at‌c‍hing the rema​i‍ns of the Caldarian Villa smolder. Darlington was talking to‍ the detectives a f​ew yards awa‍y. He looked like a‍ h​ero. He had saved the "Re‌born Bride‌." He had capt​ured t‍he villa⁠ins. But the phone in my hand felt like a pi‍ece of hot coal.

"I said, His Highness is free before nine." "Damn you, Abby! I've told you I don't want to meet any lord or duke or whoever with the title." Edvard scowled. He had plenty of noble fathers who wanted to play matchmaker, matchmaking their daughters and him. Like they were selling their daughters. "Lord Silverstone doesn't have any daughter, Your Highness." Said Abigail calmly. Twenty years being Edvard's personal assistant, she knew him inside out. She didn't hesitate to make physical contact, like she did earlier, forcing him back to sit. But she never left the honorific behind whenever she talked to him.

made me shiver awkwardly. I took a deep breath, forcing the wave of emotions back. "Fine. But don't dwell on it, Sebastian. This is only an act." His eyes flashed with something beyond my reach. "Of course," he said softly. "Merely an act." And yet, as he retreated, I couldn't shake the feeling that I had just entered into something much more evil than an imitative wedding. ………. The evening of Damian's dinner arrived earlier than I would have liked. Adrian's grip on my waist was tight as we entered the rich dining room. Shadows and gold darkened the air, candle fireplaces casting golden pools of light upon polished mahogany. Damian sat at the head of the table, a cunning smile spreading acro

There was a pause of silence as Sylas took a deep breath, then, “If you hurt her—” “I said she’s alive,” Cassian cut in, his tone sharpening, “I know you are dense brother, but do try to keep up.” Now, Cassian could practically hear Sylas thinking and calculating, “Relax,” Cassian continued, his voice was almost mockingly smooth now, “I’m not done with your bride now, but once I am done, I will make sure to give her back to you in one piece.” The word bride dripped with amusement.