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I knew I shouldn't be here in his arms, and shouldn't be enjoying every second of this forbidden moment. But I couldn't stop myself. He set me down on the bed and hovered over me, his eyes were dark as usual, cold and distant. These were the same eyes I claimed to hate. The same eyes I'd fantasized about gouging out of his perfect face. The same eyes that usually looked right through me, that glared at me with cold indifference whenever our paths crossed. He dropped onto the bed beside me, and I found myself staring at the chest of the person I was supposed to hate more than anyone in the world. The person I'd spent years wishing would get hit by a car, praying would just disappear from my l

Even when we were in different classes, the air seemed charged, as if we were both waiting for the next inevitable collision. And the rumors only made it worse. People whispered about us like we were some tragic love story in progress. “They hate each other so much… but maybe it’s not hate,” someone said one afternoon. I laughed it off, but I didn’t want to admit how much the comment made me think. It wasn’t just the rumors, though. It was the way my stomach tightened when I felt their eyes on me, the way my heartbeat seemed to quicken whenever I passed by them in the crowded hallways. Because the closer we were forced to be, the more I realized… maybe we weren’t enemies by choice. Maybe we

Chapter 20 (Xander's POV) The fight started over breakfast. Which was perhaps the most ordinary thing that had happened since Sophia Laurent moved into my penthouse. It began with a photograph. Rachel Voss had published a piece in the Manhattan Chronicle that morning, not the romance coverage we'd been managing carefully, but something sharper. A corporate analysis framed around the merger timeline, the Phoenix Holdings threat and what she called "the convenient timing of a sudden love story between two lifelong enemies." Careful, pointed and professionally constructed.

"Barely worth it." "She must've been desperate for you," a female voice chimed in. "Oh, she was dripping before I even touched her." More laughter. "God, she must smell." "Like cheap perfume and poor people," Ashley’s voice cut through. "You'd have to cover her face to fuck her, though?" My chest stopped. Please, no. "I wouldn't fuck Sloane Carter with a gun to my head." The book slipped from my hands. Jar of Hearts. The one he said we'd read together.

Three times. Marriage Contract — Aria Coleman & Damien Blackwood. "You want me to marry Damien Blackwood." Not a question. A statement delivered from somewhere very flat and very dangerous. "It's a business arrangement…" "Answer the question Dad." He loosened his tie. His tell. I had been watching him do it my whole life and it always meant the same thing, he knew he was wrong and had already decided he didn't care. "Yes," he said. "Damien Blackwood."

"Am I? Or are you just mad that she's smiling with me instead of running back to you?" The rivalry between them was so charged it could be cut with a knife. Kai's hands flexed at his sides like he was fighting the urge to drag me away. Asher stayed relaxed, but his body was tense, ready for whatever came next. I was trapped between two powerful, jealous hockey players who both wanted me in very different ways. And I had no idea how to get out of it. Kai's dark eyes bored into mine, the captain's authority mixing with raw jealousy. "Isla, come here. Now."

I was already missing her more than I was ready to say out loud, even to myself. I answered. “Hey.” “Just a heads up,” Martin said, his voice easy and familiar. “I have some business that’s keeping me here through the weekend. So keep an eye on my sister for me. And I swear, Cedric, no touching, no confessing, none of that.” I let out a short, quiet breath. “You don’t have to worry about any of that.” A pause on the other end. “What?” “I don’t have feelings for Lia anymore,” I said simply. “So you can relax.” The silence that followed was the particular kind that meant Martin was genuinely trying to figure out whether I was joking.

My name is Briella Goodwin. For three years after losing my memory, my mortal enemy, Ronan Cooper, and I have fought relentlessly. He snatches my project in the eastern suburbs, so I destroy his in the west. He runs me over and hospitalizes me, so I shoot him in the leg. Everyone in Velport knows we are both maniacs. That is until my men make a mistake, letting him find an opening to kidnap my father, Adam Goodwin. When I rush to the scene, his grip on Dad's hand suddenly loosens. "It all ends here!" he says. The madness that has lurked in his eyes for three years vanishes in an instant. I freeze, as if he has suddenly become a total stranger. He looks at me with a bitter smile. "I

My entire family thought it was pink. “My favorite book?” “Romeo and Juliet,” he said, wrinkling his nose. I was taken aback, surprised he knew that, too. “Movie?” I knew I had a lot of favorites. Only You, The Princess Bride, Some Kind of Wonderful…the list went on. Even I couldn’t answer that question easily. I would be shocked if Travis could. He thought for a while. Then he said, Ever After.

"Mmm...as long as you keep kissing like this I'm pretty sure your money can buy you the right sports bra for your ass to hide your flaws." That afternoon we spend ourselves cuddling outdoors and enjoying the sweet moments that life was offering. Up until his phone buzzed and he cursed lowly then excused himself for privacy. Must be his roommate lover. It has been years since it felt it, but jealousy was starting to build inside me.