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he started, "technically, yes." My chest tightened, a dull ache radiating from my heart. "What do you mean 'technically'?" "I mean that Bridget Lorraine is a constant fixture," Ilya explained, his eyes fixed on the dark liquid in his cup. "She is seen with him at every Gala, every fundraiser, and every high-society ball. There have been dozens of sightings of them out on what the press calls 'dates.' Bridget has made it clear on every social media outlet and to every gossip columnist that she will be marrying into the Vitale family. It’s an open secret."

I was reading a book in the balcony, trying to refresh my mind, and get ready for Donald’s sentencing the following day when I smelled Connor’s perfume. I tilted my head and smiled when I saw him leaning against the door frame. He was smiling when he looked at me, and in his hand was a bouquet. "Still reading the deal of the gentleman?" he asked, leaning toward me. I blushed as I closed the book and got up from the couch. "You know the Bridgerton books are my favorite. So, how was work?" "I missed you," he answered, kissing my forehead. "I couldn't do anything without you crossing my mind every second. So, I am here to ask you out on a date."

"He didn't just fuck me, Bridge. He took everything." "Start from the beginning," Bridget commanded, her voice hushed now, intense. "The folder hit the floor, right? I know that project was the only thing between you and him. What did he do? Did he make the first move?" I slumped back against the pillows, my body feeling heavy and drained. "He didn't wait. He just... he hoisted me onto the desk. One minute I was explaining the footnotes, and the next, the folder was gone and his hands were under my thighs. It was so fast, Bridge. I didn't even have time to think 'no' before my body was already saying 'yes.'"

He gulped nervously as she swayed her body sexily across the room, taking slow steps toward him, with a smile plastered on her innocent face. Her red lingerie accentuated her figure and made it difficult to focus on anything else. He could feel his heart throbbing against his chest. Staring at her alluring body was something he could do all day gleefully. He made to get off the bed and take her in his arms, but she waved her finger disapprovingly, stopping him from doing so.

She mumbled. “I know we are not here to just stroll, So can you explain what you meant by what you wrote in this paper.” He showed the paper that she had passed to him earlier. “My name is Crystal. Forget my surname, I will rather not be called by that name.. And what I wrote in that paper is self explanatory. Mr.Logan, I want to Marry you.!” She dropped the bombshell at him. Logan still looked at him with no change in his facial expression, “I understand that part, The part I want to talk about is this part of saving my life”

I was the prettiest bride walking down the aisle, I was getting married to "Michael Fisher".. "The Michael Fisher," apart from the fact that his grandmother is the richest in the country, he has been my crush since forever. I had seen him on billboards and Tv. I was an aspiring actress, but I never got a major role, and now I got the role of being the wife to the heir to the FISHERS WORLD. 2 WEEKS EARLIER "Leah......leah...." My name echoed in the balcony of the house, the sound of the voice was familiar, the landlord.

“She would never kill anyone!” Damon ignored him completely. “You want to protect your brother, Miss Rowan? Then listen very carefully.” “Leave my brother out of this.” Lena spat. “This has everything to do with your brother, believe me.” He reached into his pocket and dropped a folded document onto the tray table where the previous envelope rested. Lena stared at it. “What is that?” “A contract.” Eli’s hand shot out first, snatching it before she could. “She’s not signing anything.”