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I stated plainly, my jaw clenched, my heart seething with outrage. “I’m not playing with someone’s feelings.” "You’re not playing with anyone’s emotions," she shot back, her tone now biting. "She didn’t marry Edward out of love, Ethan. She tied the knot for his riches. You’d merely be the youthful thrill she desires, and in return, you secure her assets. Do you think Julian Pierce won’t attempt the same? Or Charles’s offspring? There’s talk that she’s young, Ethan, and with all of Edward’s fortune, she’s a walking goldmine."

she would scold. After the wedding rehearsals, Mrs. Mercy would begin the most embarrassing task of all. Lecturing and informing Edwina on bedroom manners. How a duchess should please her duke. Edwina wanted to curl up in a corner and die from embarrassment, but she was tied to her chair. She had tried to escape these lectures several times already. Mrs. Mercy’s face remained expressionless as she talked about the most pleasurable places for men in the most monotone and brisk voice as if she was giving a lecture on biological science. If there was one thing Edwina took away from the lectures, it was that she was certainly positive that Mrs. Mercy’s husband never needed to find a different lo

CHAPTER 11 Maybe this isn't the time for me to say what I feel. Maybe we're not for each other. It's better to hide my feelings. Forget him. Forget our memories together. Start a new chapter. Wait for the person who is destined for me. A person who will love me more than the love I gave for myself. Not everyone who comes into our lives is the right person for us. Sometimes destiny is just trying us. You will encounter one person but it's not destiny because you're not destined for each other. There are feelings we cannot express. That's not easy to do. One mistake, you could lose something. You could lose everything. Sometimes you choose to be selfless so you won't hurt anyone's feelings. Yo

But guilt or shame? No. The absence of these feelings surprises me, steadies me. What I feel with Thomas isn't a replacement, it doesn't erase Edward or mock his memory. It exists in a different register entirely, one that Edward was never meant to occupy. This isn’t infidelity of the heart or the body. It's something that has grown in the space left by catastrophe, something that answers a need that I now know that I have carried since long before I ever met either Ashcroft man.

Edwin closed his eyes briefly. He had spent years mastering control. Years of learning how to bury desire before it could destroy him. But Arabella unraveled that control effortlessly. And that terrified him. He dragged a hand slowly across his face before finally gathering his discarded clothes from the grass. The night air felt colder now. Or perhaps he simply understood the danger more clearly. Because this was no longer a harmless attraction. No longer curiosity. He wanted her completely. And Edwin Emerson had learned long ago that wanting anything too deeply often ended painfully.

“I want to learn how to shift properly. I don’t want to be... pathetic and weak.” “You are not pathetic or weak,” Edwin insisted, his eyes flashing yellow for a moment. He took a deep breath, visibly calming himself. “But if you want to learn, then I won’t stop you. I just don’t want you pushing yourself too hard or feeling pressured.” Suddenly, the tense moment was broken by Eliza sweeping into the room with a bottle of expensive-looking liquor in her hand. Judging from the low groan that Edwin let out, I assumed she stole it from the top shelf of his liquor cabinet.

She glanced around in search of Edde but there was no Trace of him as she hurried back up stairs and fell back on the bed tiredly the thoughts of what happened at the All Star Party flashed back into her memory as she kept groaning and smiling. Remembering when Sadie took Edde out of the building after he betted 100 thousand dollars on her angered Elizabeth a lot, she felt worthless for letting another woman take her husband out without her saying a word to stop her. She felt like a Coward. But then she smiled back knowing that Edde was so possessive over her to the extent of throwing such a huge amount of money for her not to dance with Ken, she felt cherished as all the women looked at her

The bitter taste of the coffee helped him forget the crazy thoughts that had just crossed his mind. Ed felt like a lustful teenager again. He knew exactly what was under that skirt; there was no need to peek. He moved his coat, draped over a chair, to his lap. The table would prevent Ruby from seeing below his waist, but he needed the coat to ensure she didn't see 'it'. “This place looks much more spacious without people.” Ed chose to talk about something random. Talking about the property should be enough to normalize his thoughts. "Indeed, I overfilled the space with unnecessary items. In fact, the concept I had in mind required more space. But this was the only place I could rent.”

It felt relieving to know I wasn't alone. "You don't have to act this way. I'm sorry for being so insensitive to your feelings too." I murmured, turning her head towards me. Edwina gulped, licking her dry lips that had me turned on. "I would never attempt to hurt you. You don't have to worry about me indulging in that." I sighed, "I don't want you to think that because it's necessary. I need it to come from here." I jabbed at her chest, indicating her heart with my finger.

I couldn’t stop my eyes from shedding tears because of the pain I am feeling. Arthuro suddenly nodded. "Analissa, this paper is for me---only. It looks like you're daydreaming. There's nothing in our conversation that you will also benefit from, because business is business, darling." the laughter mom let out became raw and we carefully turned our gaze.