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“Say it again. Slower. Really commit to the romance.” Sophie didn’t look away from herself in the mirror. “I love him. I’m not ashamed. I’m not scared of it. And I don’t feel like I’m bracing for impact every time I breathe when I’m with him.” She exhaled. “He makes me feel… chosen. Not claimed. Not owned. Chosen.” Agatha’s eyes shone. “That’s the difference, isn’t it?” Betsy nodded quickly. “And he looks at you like he’s the lucky one.”

“Scarlett chose.” Choose. The same word as before, but heavier now because the bridge beneath us felt smaller. I felt the pull of Loren's offer in Prague, Echo-2 humming strategies back to me, Kade’s mercantile calm, Maria’s venomous ability to wrap truth in cruelty. Choose who would shape me. Choose whether I was a weapon or a queen. Choose who lived and who died. “Will you walk away if I refuse?” I asked Kade. “If I say no?”

I sit on the edge of the bed and pull the blanket up to her chin. “Story,” she demands softly, eyes already drooping. I smile. “You don’t ask. You order.” She grins, entirely unashamed. I reach for the book she picked earlier, a soft-covered children’s romance about a brave princess and a gentle knight who travel across kingdoms to find each other again. I hadn’t thought much of it when she chose it. Now I wonder if children instinctively gravitate toward truths adults try to avoid. I begin reading, my voice calm, warm, steady.

His warm hands on my face and his closeness set my body ablaze with my feelings for him, coupled with the soft words he was uttering. “Sandy,” he said softly and rubbed my cheekbones with his thumb. “I… After understanding what my heart is feeling… Sandy… I…” My heart hammered faster every second. Blood rushed through my body at a speed that my head started to get light. I was anxious to hear what he had to say. A part of me dreaded separation and the other part of me remained positive. “I know I’m the worst at romance, but this is me pouring my heart out.” He gulped. “Sandy… I… I love you.”

He sighs, nodding for me to continue. "If I won, which I did, she promised never to bother me about my dislike for romance novels again. She's always been one of the few who knew about my commitment issues, and my disdain for romance novels came from finding them unrealistic - again, because of my commitment issues. So, she dared me to prove it." The renewed expression on his face suggests he remembers the night we were locked in a bathroom and I confessed that Avery had dared me. "Avery insisted on choosing the guy for me to test my theory on," I further explain, "and because she had already sensed the tension between us since the ATO party, she chose you. You were the typical 'bad boy,' so

“Why have I never heard of this?” “I went there during summer holidays, since I needed money at that time. My father was just laid off, and my mother was down with leukemia.” Myka gave a self-deprecating smile. “Sounds cliche, doesn’t it? Most female leads in romance novels have the exact same tragic story as mine. They sell their bodies to get money for their family members, and then they run into domineering CEOs. “Unfortunately for me, I’m not you nor those female leads. I didn’t run into Kieran and Titus. I sold myself to an old man for money.

I went for the chair with the reading table because it would be a lot more comfortable. She asked me which genre of books I would like to read and I signed to her that I would like to read romance books. The maid didn't seem to understand at first but after several attempts, she finally understood and climbed up a ladder that was placed by the shelves. She picked out several books and asked me to choose from them. I decided I would only read four today, starting with Romeo and Juliet. She asked if I needed anything else and I shook her head in the negative. She said that she would check up on me and I nodded her away and I felt happier when she finally left, leaving me in the comfort of my b

Yet, the memory of the passionate encounter with Caleb, the secrets she held close, made her hesitate. In the quiet of her home, Chloe grappled with the weight of her choices. The moonlit night, once a realm of passion and desire, now became a silent witness to the inner turmoil that gripped her heart. As the night unfolded, Chloe faced a crossroads in her extraordinary journey. The threads of romance, secrets, and self-discovery wove together in a complex tapestry, and the choices she made in the coming days would shape the next chapter of her life—no longer guided solely by the moonlit night but by the echoes of her own heart.

"Can I take the three of these, I want to read them. They seem interesting." "Why? You can, after all, isn't your husband the one that owns this library?" I blush, rolling my eyes at her. "Thank you!" "No need for that, it's all yours." She teases. I settled down to read, starting with the theme that suits me best, the third book. Adrian and I are in a second chance romance, so I need to read this first of all. Emily sits three seats away, seeing me engrossed in this book, she decided to give me some space.

Her gaze was a window to her soul, and I found myself captivated by the complexity of emotions that danced within. Roxy's voice was resolute, her words dripping with conviction. "Raphael, I choose you," she declared, her eyes burning with an unwavering intensity. "If I were faced with the choice again, I would choose you again. And I would continue to choose you, for the rest of my days... no matter how short they may be." Her words sent a shiver of excitement coursing through my veins, a sense of elation washing over me. Until now, I had been tormented by uncertainty, wondering if she would ultimately decide to leave me, to flee from the chaos that seemed to follow me everywhere.