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Hazel could only nod, though doubt filled her heart. Theo said nothing more. He simply turned and ascended the grand spiral staircase with effortless grace, leaving Hazel standing alone. The grand mansion’s air felt suffocating. Holding her breath, Hazel realized one thing: In this place that looked like paradise, hell had just begun. The night passed without pause, yet Hazel couldn’t close her eyes even for a second. The room prepared for her was magnificent—a canopy bed with pristine white silk sheets, polished wooden furniture, and a balcony overlooking the vast, softly lit garden.

I'm uninterested anyway. The first one is Vivian, the daughter of one of the great merchants from Gildsburgh. The second one is Cristelle, the daughter of the Williams empire. The third is Jenny, the daughter of BillandCo, and so on and so forth. Most of them have their names, and none of the candidates are below the average line. None of them are on the average, as they all belong to the top. But their elite status doesn't sway me. I need to find the right one—the one who can give me a magical feeling of love.

they do come from the same timeline and cross into each other :) The reading order is as follows; Timber Alpha, Mated to Brianna, Mylo (Added to length of Timber Alpha), Alpha Heirs (coming in fall) Find my group on F******k for updates, general discussions, and reading orders. I'd love to see who you all picture for the characters, hear who you love, who you hate, and who you love to hate! I'm always interested in feedback so I can help my books continue to be what you truly love to read. "GoodNovel - Marie Night - Readers"

She didn't look like a woman who had just been accused of orchestrating a murder; she looked like a queen surveying a messy subject. She held her wine glass by the stem, her fingers long and pale, the deep crimson liquid catching the dim amber light of the chandelier. She leaned against the ornate gold-leaf barricade, watching Aiden from her height with a terrifying mix of power and maternal guts. The staircase between them was no longer just architecture; it was a physical manifestation of the gap between them. Vivian held the high ground of composure and status, while Aiden stood in the low "gutter" of raw, unbridled emotion.

The car pulled away from the curb, and Millbrook waited four hours further down the road, closer now than it had been an hour ago, and somehow further away than ever. Bertrand looked up from his phone, his face pale in the afternoon light, the color draining out of it the way it does when a person hears something they have waited too long to hear. "Ashgrove Manor says there's a resident named Ruth Preston," he said slowly. "Ninety four years old. Admitted under her married name. Her maiden name, according to their records, was Caldenwood." I turned to Alexander, my breath catching in my chest. "That's not Aldric," I whispered. "That's someone who knew him." "Or someone who loved him," Alexan

CHAPTER 5: Not a social invitation “I suggest you change. We leave in twenty minutes,” I added, about heading up the stairs. There was no sound of movement behind me. Only silence. Then I heard the sound of something drop. I turned around and sure enough, Madelyn was still standing at the same spot. And the dress that Julia had handed her was now on the floor. “Nicole Bomer? They got married?” Her voice was level. But her expression was a mask of disbelief, which soon gave way to anger.

In her past life, she had burned with humiliation, her cheeks red, her steps clumsy as she tried to smile through the whispers. Now, she wore her gown like armor. She held Damian’s arm not with desperation, but with calm control. Her chin was lifted, her smile light but distant. The picture of grace. Beside her, Damian stood like a wall tall, sharp, untouchable. He didn’t glance at her, didn’t speak a word, but his presence alone silenced anyone who dared look too long. Together, they were a storm wrapped in silk and steel. After hours of toasts, dances, and endless congratulations, Damian finally led her back to the bridal chamber. The music faded behind them, replaced by the steady sound o

The ballroom doors loomed ahead like something out of a royal coronation—tall, gold-rimmed, and impossibly heavy-looking, guarded by men in tuxedos with earpieces tucked discreetly behind their ears. Lena adjusted the clutch in her hand and tried not to trip on her heels while her arm linked with Damon’s.

I guess both of them should marry each other, both royals, both of them stupid, both pathetic. Throwing the covers off the bed, I deposited my gown on the floor. I settled on the bed not caring about the dinner that was delivered nor the knock that had echoed as soon as I close my eyes. 계속

the lady said brightly, already leading me toward racks of gowns. I trailed behind her, my fingers brushing fabrics I never thought I’d touch. Part of me wanted to laugh. Dominic had shattered me with a few words this morning, yet here I was, about to be dressed like some queen. Now we were deep into the store, and when I looked back, Juan wasn’t following us anymore. Just me and this lady. “Wife number four, huh.” Her words cut through my thoughts. I wasn’t sure I heard right, so I said,