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The taste of his mouth was like fire, igniting a flame deep within me that burned with an intense passion. With a fierce determination, I began to strip away our clothes, desperate to feel the heat of his skin against mine. Athen's hands were everywhere, running across my body, pulling me closer to him as we lost ourselves in the moment. The hut was filled with an electric charge that seemed to pulse through the air with every breath we took. Our bodies moved with a desperation born of a passion that had been kept at bay for far too long. Each time our skin touched, it was as if sparks flew between us, igniting a fire that burned hotter with every passing moment.

"She was the best thing in my life and living each day without her hurt more than you'd ever know. Then fast forward to that day. We were the only ones at home. I was in my room sleeping and the next thing I remain was the feeling of being scalded all over. I opened my eyes to see that my room was on fire. Serious fire, I couldn't even see anything except the fire. Panic and worry took over. I ran to where the door was admist the fire but it wouldn't open, wouldn't budge. My skin was starting to burn and someone was screaming maniacally. That person was me." God! My heart broke into a million pieces for her, for the small girl who did not deserve to go through what she had gone through. She

Alex My heart burned with a passionate fire as Martha's words pierced through me like a bolt of lightning. All I yearned for was to whisk her away in that very moment, to protect her from the world and make her mine. But I knew the complexities of our situation held me back, like invisible chains that bound my every move.

For the first time, it felt lonely being there by myself. I decided to binge-watch a timeless rom-com on N*****x, how I met your mother. The first time I had seen it, I laughed so hard I could've sworn I bust a rib but now as I watched it, my eyes welled up with tears. I started making plans the next day to leave town and probably travelled to an exotic island I've been having in mind before this whole shit happened but Jace convince me to stay back, giving a tangible reason that it's risky for me to be alone while still overwhelmed with my emotions.

Gavin had once told her it wasn't ladylike, so she had quit for him. Now, she didn't care what anyone thought. She smoked whenever she wanted, realizing how foolish she had been before. She had given up so much of herself for a love that had never been real. Margaret held the cigarette between her lips as she typed a reply. [He'll get over it. He's just not used to me being gone. [If you really want to make money off him, strike a deal. Tell him you'll keep playing along with his act. He won't refuse.

I whispered. Adrian sat beside me, pulling my feet into his lap. “Then we start editing.” “You think this can be fixed?” “I think,” he said, “you are not a headline. And you sure as hell are not the villain.” Elena gave my hand a squeeze. “You’re Aria freaking Laurent. The girl who turned heartbreak into sugar, who came back from the dead with a bakery empire and a closet full of linen. Vivienne can posture all she wants. But you? You’re the story people remember.”

They kicked in the door. Inside— No guards. No gunfire. Just a single desk. A briefcase. And a document inside. Lorenzo grabbed it, scanned the top line. “Marriage clause,” he said. Isabella stepped beside him, her voice cold. “Burn it.” He handed her the lighter. She didn’t hesitate. The flames curled the paper inward, blackening the edges, devouring the words that once controlled her fate. When it was gone, she looked at him. “What now?”

He smiled at me and asked, "What's up, Kevin? Thinking of joining me? I think you can handle it pretty well. It's way less trouble than your previous company, and sometimes, you'll get women coming on to you." "What kind?" I was confused. He grinned mysteriously. "Remember I told you that Sunset Highway is a man's paradise?" I nodded. "That's because there are a lot of girls out here doing budget travel or just looking for company. If you're lucky, you might run into a few of them." I remembered reading news online about girls who traveled without money, relying on their bodies to pay for their journeys. I never believed it. "Are you serious? Isn't that some made-up stuff on the Internet?"

Theodore was dumbfounded by his boss's little rant. "Wait, Sir. Do you mean the woman you've been looking for is Laura Wilson?" "She knows she's carrying my kid and hasn't tried to pin it on me? Interesting... what's your next move, Laura?" Asher muttered, a sly smirk playing on his lips. Asher was genuinely taken aback by Laura's attitude. Instead of begging him to marry her, she'd only pleaded not to be fired from his company. Any other woman would have demanded that he take responsibility. Why slog away working when Asher could hand over the world to her?