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She put them earlier on the chair next to her before sitting down. "All in all, I have ten sweet, beautiful ladies on the list. They're the most eligible woman around Castleburgh and Dalton. They are all from reputable families." She stood up slightly and handed the folder to me. I accepted it, but my eyes shifted to her waist pocket as something sparkled from there. Not to my intention to look her on that side, but it seems like the one that sparkles is the tail of a G-Dragon. I furrowed my brows and looked at it again, but she had already sat down.

"It's really going to end," She said out loud, reading through it, she couldn't understand much and was just skipping through the papers until a part caught her attention, she ready it, turned the next page, came back and read it again, hoping that it wasn't what she read but it didn't change. "What is this? These aren't mine,"

His jaw tightened—not in anger, but understanding. “So don’t promise me forever,” she continued. “Promise me honesty.” He nodded once. “Then listen.” He reached into his pocket and pulled out something small. Not a ring. A file. Her brow furrowed. “Dante—” “Before you panic,” he interrupted gently, “this isn’t a contract.” He opened it. Inside were documents. Legal. Clean. Precise. Amara scanned the first page—and froze. CONFIDENTIAL MARRIAGE AGREEMENT

It was a bridge between his past and our present. In the center of the room stood the crib. It was mahogany, dark and rich, polished to a mirror shine. It looked sturdy enough to survive an earthquake. And above it... Above the crib hung a mobile. But not plastic animals. It was made of delicate glass stars and... pages. I walked closer. The "stars" were folded from paper. "Are those..." I reached out to touch one. "Alex, are these book pages?" "First editions," he murmured, standing behind me. "Pride and Prejudice. Jane Eyre. The Great Gatsby."

But, of course, that didn’t last long. After a few chapters, I felt the need to take a break. I set the book aside and decided to turn on N*****x. The new season of Bridgerton had been on my list for ages, and it seemed like the perfect distraction. Wrapping myself in one of Bella’s soft blankets, I settled onto the couch and hit play.

Or, what was that thing you took me to the other day? “Slam poetry….” I said, holding back a laugh. I might have chosen that last date just to mess with her, after she forced me to eat at so many high class restaurants. “Let’s go.” I said, taking her hand in mind and walking her towards the entrance. Behind a 10-foot brick wall lies a beautiful garden. I had chosen it because, on one of our last dates, she had mentioned Bridgerton. She had not read the books since she claimed to have no time or interest in reading. But she did watch a lot of reels about the show before finally trying it.

Her heart thudded in her chest as she untied the ribbon and lifted the lid. Inside was a book. A rare first edition of Jane Austen’s Pride and Prejudice, its leather-bound cover delicate yet immaculate. She gasped, her fingers brushing over the gilt lettering. Nestled beside it was a small, cream-colored card. She picked it up, her breath catching as she read the elegant script: “For a literature enthusiast. —N.B.”

But one glance from Alexander—the kind that told me this was as much my fight as it was his—kept me rooted in place. “What’s this about?” Alexander asked, his voice low but laced with authority. Grayson hesitated, his usually unshakable demeanor faltering for just a moment. “It’s about the Westbridge acquisition from seven years ago.” Alexander leaned forward, his brows furrowing. “What about it?” Grayson exhaled, his jaw tightening. “There’s a clause in the contract we overlooked. Or rather... someone deliberately buried it.” Alexander opened the folder, his eyes scanning the document with the precision of a surgeon. The room was so silent, I could hear the rustle of paper as he flipped thr

Both Ladies curtsied and Bridget took her leave. Sir, this way. Mum, I have sent word with Bridget to send you a dress for a Lady and accessories to match. Please wait here for them.” Turning to Bradford, “Sir, into your chambers. A bath is needed. The smell of Earth and Potions fills the nostrils.” With that Bradford was washed, perfumed, clothes, hair brushed and his livery collar replaced on top of his Princely apparel. He now looked like a Prince. He still didn’t feel like one. Not yet.

Chapter 19: The Ink on her Skin The air between us felt charged, and I couldn't ignore the magnetic pull that seemed to intensify in Gabby's presence. The room was filled with tension as Gabby prepared to strip, leaving me contemplating the unexpected turn of events. The atmosphere crackled with unspoken anticipation as Gabby's movements became deliberate, casting a spell over me. As Gabby inched closer, I couldn't escape the intoxicating aroma that surrounded her. The scent, a blend of warm cinnamon and roses, enveloped me, leaving my senses stimulated.