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Because even though I was scared… Even though I knew this could end badly… Even though everything in my life was about to change— I had made my choice. And for better or worse… I was choosing him. I was choosing us.

Terrence would even scold Bradley and remind him to treat me better. That was why I chose to marry him this time. I figured he would be a better choice as compared to me marrying a total stranger. Truthfully, I was not exactly that optimistic about it. I did not think the person who held actual power and authority in the Garvin family would agree to such a casual marriage proposal. Yet, things went much smoother than how I had imagined it to be. My mother told me that Terrence merely took a short pause before agreeing to the marriage proposal.

he went on and on warning everyone that we should be careful and shouldn’t roam around alone until the police catch the murderer. I didn’t listen to the entire speech still thinking about the cruelty of our world. People treat others as if they are nothing, destroying themselves as well as others. How can they do it, how can they kill someone so easily? But I could never understand why they do these things. Some people say that these people are mentally sick but are our minds so weak that we become mentally ill? Or is it that they could stop themselves but simply gave up every urge to be human. I believe that we can choose not to do these things and saying that they were ill is just making e

I chuckled as the tears continued to fall and the rumble in his chest made me grow comfortable with staying in that position where nothing else mattered. His smile hit me, the blinding light behind it illuminating the lining of the stars in my universe to fall for him. Only intensifying the wanton need I had for him. I knew I should have been upset over blaming myself for thinking I lost his book, but I was glad that this was happening. "Although I loved all his poems . . . there's one that really stood out to me," he said taking the book out of my hands to flip through it. He eventually placed it back into my hands and I'm met with the words THE CHOICE staring back at me.

YES, SHE MIGHT STILL LOVE HIM BUT DOES SHE LOVE HIM JUST BECAUSE HE WAS THE ONE THAT GOT AWAY? WAS IT WORTH GIVING UP JAMES FOR? WITH JAMES SHE COULD BUILD A LIFE, COULD SHE SAY THE SAME WITH ALEX? SHE CANNOT RISK LOSING JAMES AND THE LIFE THEY HAD BUILD TOGETHER FOR A MOMENTARY MOMENT OF WEAKNESS. SHE WAS SURE OF HER ANSWER, SHE WAS SURE SHE WAS GOING TO CHOOSE JAMES. HE WAS THE BEST OPTION, HE WAS HER SAFE PLACE. SHE WOULD NOT BE ABLE TO SURVIVE WITHOUT HIM. SHE JUST NEEDED TO KEEP HER SPACE FROM ALEX.

He looked down, muttering, "We'll just say you're someone I hired to take care of Pauline." So that was the game. He wanted me to play maid for Pauline and Ryan. "No thanks. The dorm's just fine. Beats living with certain eyesores." "Zoe, you better never come back!" he yelled, storming off. He still thought I'd crawl back, begging for another chance. Too bad for him—I was done. The second I took the job in Avenville, I cut that chapter for good. Once I wrapped up everything at work, Luca and I boarded a train. Avenville was fresh, full of possibility. I believed I could give him the life he deserved.

“Do you ever wonder what that would feel like in real life? To want someone you know you should not want?” The question sat between us. It had two edges: one for the book and one for me. I felt both of them cut. “Sometimes,” I said quietly. “But in my books the heroine always chooses what is right in the end.” Victor refilled my wine even though I had barely drunk any. His fingers brushed mine again. This time he let them linger for half a second. “Interesting,” he said. “But in real life choices are not always that clean. Sometimes the wrong man feels too right to ignore.”

ALESSANDRA KING...... "Look, you made a wrong decision, carried away by emotions. It's still not too late. You can make better choices. You deserve the best in the world and I'm not the best man for you." I stared at him in confusion. "I choose you. And I made this decision with the right conscience. I don't know if you are the right choice for me or not. But I still choose you. People do arrange marriage without knowing the person they are going to spend the rest of their lives with. I did the same." I said in a stern tone and he sighed.

Three years together. Lucian proposed seventy-seven times. Aurelia said no every single time. The entire family called her ungrateful. How dare she reject the Underboss? But Aurelia knew the truth. Lucian never wanted to marry her in the first place. The first three times, she said yes. She took the ring with tears in her eyes. Each time, his face turned to ice. "A proper woman doesn't give in so easily," he scoffed. She took the hint. She handed the ring back and said no. Only then did his warm smile return. Then came year three. Aurelia overheard that line between him and Bianca, her adopted sister—intimate, sick, and unmistakable. It hit her like a bullet. Lucian never loved her. Not for

"The safe is empty. The shadow of the Vane Tower no longer reaches the valley. Tomorrow we will see if the ground can hold us up without the weight of the gold. Marco says the Rossi wine will be better for it. I think the world will be better for it too. We are no longer hiding. We are standing." I closed the book, tucked it under my arm, and blew out the candle on the desk. I walked toward the stairs. The big work was not about money; it was about making a choice. I had chosen the earth over the city. I had chosen the people over the powerful. As I walked down to join Stephen and Marco in the basement, listening to the wind roar against the house, I realized that for the first time in thirt