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Who still has time to blush and heartbeat? Liang Xia didn't feel like in idol novels. After listening to someone's voice, she can feel at ease in Barabala... Now she only feels more panicked than before, and her feet are kicking underwater. The hands that drag into Su Lixin's arm can't wait to dig into his flesh. It's not the romance of flesh and blood, you have me and you, but the fear that the other party will leave her behind.

She doesn’t know it, but she’s more than just a woman in my arms—she’s the air I breathe, the calm after the storm that rages inside me. She’s the scent of rain on parched earth, the promise of something new and pure, washing away the pain that clings to me like a second skin. Her fingers trail lightly over my chest, careful not to linger too long on the scar, as if she knows how fragile I am beneath it all.

“I just wish… I so badly wish that I had said something. Anything! Just before we came back to the city.” “I wish, I really wish I had the courage, Valerie. To open up to you, and tell you just how much I love you! Cause I do. I do love you, I really do love you, Valerie Hernedez. I love you so much that it kills me every day knowing that I didn’t even at least try… I didn’t try. I was a coward, and now you belong to someone else. You’re not mine to protect anymore, I won’t be able to keep you safe anymore, he won’t let me!”

And blame the damn cloth, my cleavage were only enclosed due to the rope that entwined in a flimsy loosed lace. His mouth moving with smooth precision to one of the bare breast as he started with nibbling on the nipples as it was a foreplay before the main party. How shameless am I to enjoy this, when Valentino was in the hospital….in coma. “Valerio!” I used all my will to push him away almost quickly, with a shaky hand I covered the naked part of my chest, barely able to hold back the guilt thag washed through me at thag point. He stared at me, and I couldn’t really figure out what was in there, pain…regret…

Valerie stood there, expressionless and not reacting, her feet dragging against the floor as Coral pulled her roughly. “Make your choice, Ansel,” Coral purred, a slow smile stretching across her crimson lips. “Fight, or watch her burn.” My breath came fast and hard, my pulse pounding so violently that I could hear it in my ears. Beside me, Kaden and Grey stood rigid, their muscles locked with tension, their silence thick with defiance. None of us wanted this. None of us would bow. But then Valerie walked closer to the fire. The heat from the fire was already searing her skin, and she was twisting but she didn’t try to pull away, and Coral was holding her steadily, her fingers digging into Va

Author's Foreword This story has been entered into the Doing Me to the Fullest Contest. I hope it resonates with all of you that do me the honour of reading it as well as the judges of the contest. I wrote this story for every person that till this day hold a space in their hearts for their first love. If you felt that tingle, if your heart raced, if butterflies swarmed your tummy then you will understand Valentina. Unfortunately, the harder you love, the more intense is the heartbreak. This is her story.

To me it felt like he had reached between my legs and pressed something swollen. I stumbled. He caught me, his fingers dug into my hip. Another electric pulse shot through me. I bit the inside of my cheek until I tasted copper. When the song ended I thanked him and slipped away before he could ask for another. My legs shook as I walked through the crowd. Faces blurred as I walked past and voices overlapped. Every accidental brush of an arm against mine, every graze of fabric, fed the fire. Lucia found me near the staircase. She tilted her head, concern so perfectly feigned it almost looked real. “You look warm, Valentina. Perhaps some air?”

Who had gotten between a gun and our daughter without a moment of calculation. The truth was messy. It did not resolve cleanly into victim and villain. George had been manipulated, yes, and he had also, in his own prior silence, made himself available to manipulation. Both things were true. And the version of love I was being offered now was not the arranged, transactional, convenient love that had started this story. It was something harder and more honest. Something that had cost both of us considerably to arrive at. "I know," I said. George looked at me.

“I-I can’t stay here – “ His hands cupped my jaw, silencing me. The gentle but firm touch was comforting against the storm inside me. “You will. Because this room is the safest place in the city tonight.” My lips parted, but no words came. His thumb brushed my cheek once, deceptively gentle, before that slow, devastating smile appeared. “And because, Valería…” His voice dropped, a promise wrapped in fire. “…we have unfinished business, you and I.”

“Selena… I know it hurts. God, I know. But pain doesn’t erase who you are. You are Selena Monroe and I swear to you on this day that i will help you remember. I’ll fight until the last breath in my body.” His words broke something in her chest. She wanted to believe him, wanted to pull him close. But Valentina’s hands tightened on her shoulders, grounding her. “And what will his fight cost you, Valerie?” Her voice turned low, intimate, almost maternal. “I saw you when I found you….bleeding, lost, barely alive. You had no name, no past, nothing. I gave you everything. Do you think his love will protect you? That love is what killed you in the first place.”