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Time softened around the edges. Gradually, the laughter faded. The movement slowed. Damien pulled her close, forehead resting against hers, rain sliding between them. “You know,” he murmured, “this is better than any gym slow dance.” A pause, then a grin. “But you can still take me to prom, Miss Laurent.” Aria smiled. “Keep telling yourself that, von Adler.” Neither of them moved away. The kiss came gently, like a question neither needed answered — rain-cold and warm all at once, hesitant and then sure. When they finally pulled apart, Damien rested his forehead against hers, grinning like he’d just discovered something important.

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Damian whispers against his ear, voice low and commanding, “Tonight, you belong to me. Every shiver, every heartbeat, every breath. And tomorrow… we face them together. Side by side. No one takes you from me. Not my father. Not my brother. No one.” Eli trembles slightly but nods, pressing his forehead against Damian’s chest. “I’m yours. Always.” Damian smiles darkly, tugging him closer, his hands moving along Eli’s back in a possessive, controlled rhythm. “Good. That’s exactly how it should be.” They stay like that for hours, the apartment quiet except for their whispers and soft movements. Every touch, every brush of fingers, every low murmur, is both a reassurance and a preparation. Damian

“I thought you knew.” His eyes softened. “Knew what?” “I was always yours.” For a moment, neither of us spoke. Then he kissed me. Slow. Tender. Certain. And somewhere through the haze of happiness, I found myself thinking— Maybe honeymoon rules could start a little early. _____ Julia- My fingers dug into the invitation. The expensive cardstock crumpled beneath my grip. The elegant rose-gold lettering seemed to burn itself into my brain. YOU ARE CORDIALLY INVITED

"Whatever happened to love each other first then... then doing the deed after. Is everyone after physical contact only these days? What about getting to know each other first? Chivalry? Romantic date?" I sighed and stopped spinning, facing my laptop and visiting a bookstore's site to see what books sell. Ah, of course, my book wouldn't be in the top 10, and I didn't hope so; what's staring back at me is the top 10 best-selling books for the week, where five of ten are Erotic Romance books. "And I thought my company wouldn't be like other companies who are after profit; I was wrong. Then again, business is business."

“What are you reading?” I picked up the book, showing him the cover. “It's a romance novel. I've always been a fan of the genre" A faint spark of interest lit up his eyes. “Oh, really? I enjoy Romance too. Have you read any Sarah J Mass?” I smiled, an “Of course, I love Sarah. One of my very favorites" Damon's lips curved into a genuine smile. “Mine too.” “I put the book back down again and turned fully to him with a sad smile, “how are you taking the whole thing? The news about Isabella?”

She picked up the books and inspected it. "You will read them Rose enough of your thriller and horror genres..." Damian ordered her. She looked at the books with wide eyes when she realised all of them were erotica and bdsm books... Damian chuckled at her reaction. "If you are like this after just looking at it then how will you react when we will try this..." He smirked evilly making her heart thump rapidly. Damian slid down beside her resting his head on his arm while she was leaning against the bedpost trying to read the books.

⸻ The following weekend, Damien took me to a secluded cabin by the lake—a place far from the flashing cameras and high society. We spent the weekend talking, slowly unraveling the tangled threads between us. One night, under a sky full of stars, Damien pulled me close. “Zara,” he whispered, “I don’t just want your hand in marriage. I want your heart.” I looked up at him, my breath catching. “I want to believe that,” I said softly. “But love hasn’t been kind to me.” He kissed me then—slow, tender, promising. In that kiss, I tasted something I’d thought was lost forever: hope.

He runs a hand through his hair with breath shuddering. "She made him stronger," he says. "I felt it." Of course he did. I felt it too. Everyone did. Mara Wyatt, no, Mara Raken, whether she claims the name or not, has always been more than she pretended to be. And Damon knows it. Draws from it. Anchors himself to it. The bond. The mate bond. Stronger than we anticipated. "She made him reckless," Darius continues. "He fought like a man with nothing left to lose."

No… no…no! Selene No!” My mom shouted as she paced the small space of the living room. I had finally told her about what Damian's father had said to me about getting married to Damian. “What did you do?!” She placed her hands on her head. “Why do you think I never want to bring you in to help even when I need it? What have you done?!”