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’’, I mumbled to myself. Finally finding the perfect book, it is an age-gap mafia and enemies to lovers romance book. There was a couch in the library, I made my way to it and started reading. I lost count of the time. Reaching my room with the book in my hand, I see Rowan standing in front of my room. I braced myself to face him. ‘’Where were you?’’, he spewed the bitter words in my face. He was fuming, for what reason?Did he look for me?

She was still sitting when she did it and she flung the book away after she had fallen on my bed. "She could get stranded in her past, be careful don't let the thing she would be holding unto leave her hands even though she's unconscious," I remembered Granny Leila's voice as she warned me about this. I hurriedly reached for the book and placed it in her hands. Then, I was very scared so I tried to wake her up again but...She couldn't hear me. I called on her several times but all to no avail as Jenny isn't waking up. "Is she stuck in her past... Already?

Grace shook her head, Oh God, what did the man do to her virgin mind? She remembered the tale, coming to life before her eyes…Grace was now a part of it, deeply integrated, though she was someone other than herself. Eventually. A puzzle piece slid into place. The book could have been the catalyst. Maybe, when she’d read aloud, she’d somehow opened a doorway from her world into this one. Maybe James had somehow sent the book to her, and she was his only wish for freedom.

He smiled. After meeting her, he started to smile more. Then his mind replayed something and his face lost the smile. His Nano was so wrong. How can a fragile, something so sacred be the reason of his downfall? He can't let his grandfather's words take over his head. She is worth every price, every risk. ******

Damnit, and I know it's so stupid, but I actually wanted to understand Elias, despite all the fucking things he had done to me, but before I could open the book again, he barges in, takes the book from my hand, and pushed me away, so so hard that I immediately fall to the floor, yes, it was that pathetic, and there was no saving myself. How he got into the room like a flash, I had no clue, or how on fucking earth he walked up to me, and I didn't even realize it. All I knew was that I landed on my butt on the floor with my racing fearful heart like a complete loser, cause I knew that the not so devil would finally kill me at last for touching his stuff Yes, there was no explanation I could gi

Almost as though he's ashamed of something he doesn't want to admit to. “I dated MaryAnne Sinclair before your mother,” he finally admitted in a low voice, “but I learned early on that she was malicious, manipulative, and controlling. When I met Grace, she was the exact opposite: kind, loving, generous, selfless. She was sweet. When I kissed her, I felt the mate bond and then there was no denying our love for one another. The day we marked each other, her sister went crazy, accusing me of cheating on her while we were still dating, and that Grace had stolen me from her. It was ugly. We left the pack and Grace moved in with me, but even when we had the wedding MaryAnne wouldn’t let up. She cr

“How could you? After everything we taught you? The entire church has seen this… this filth!” Grace tried to explain, sobbing, but her father wouldn’t listen. “You are no longer welcome in this house until you repent! The congregation is calling you a whore, a fallen woman. You have shamed this family and this church!” The yelling continued for what felt like hours. Her mother cried. Her father quoted scripture and threatened to send her away. Grace couldn’t breathe. The shame was suffocating. That night, while her parents slept, Grace packed a small bag with some clothes and what little money she had saved from helping at the church. She climbed out her window one last time and ran.

“I don’t want his attention. I want a normal life. A stable career. Maybe someday a nice guy who doesn’t make me feel like I’m about to be swallowed whole every time he looks at me.” “Sweetheart,” Lila said gently, “men like Damien Blackwood don’t give you normal. They give you unforgettable.” Grace fell silent, her thoughts a whirlwind of fear, frustration, and yes an undeniable flicker of curiosity she hated herself for. By the time Grace left the café, she was determined to put Damien out of her mind. She marched into the office, buried herself in spreadsheets, and avoided the Blackwood International side of the building like it was cursed ground.

BOOK 3: Chapter 43: The Edge of Surrender God, she can’t stop laughing—breathless, reckless laughter tumbling from her lips as her back presses hard against the wall, her body caught between resistance and surrender. Her chest rises and falls, lips parted, eyes fluttering like they can’t decide whether to stay open or shut. Adrian's touch is relentless, and her mind, her reasoning, everything that once rooted her firmly in right and wrong, dissolves into something shapeless.

“You’re a brave woman, Emilia. Wearing couture on a nurse’s salary. Must be a side hustle I don’t know about.” “Helping people,” Emilia said sweetly. “You should try it sometime. Builds character.” Grace’s jaw tensed. “I don’t need charity to build a legacy.” “No, just Daddy’s money and a wedding nobody believes in.” Gasps fluttered from the nearby shoppers. Grace stepped forward, too close now. “You think Max is going to come crawling back because you cried on a sidewalk and flirted with poverty? You’re a footnote in his downfall. And he’s better off.”