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To my horror, one tear escaped my right eye. This was why I was being terrible to him. My instinct was to push men away just to watch them leave. Only Flinn hadn't left in the six days we'd been back in touch. Yet. But I already knew he'd face this challenge head-on. That was just the sort of guy he was. He never shied away from difficult work. He brushed my tear away with his thumb. "Someone told me enemies-to-lovers tropes have the best sex." He drew his thumb into his mouth, tasting my tear.

I stood outside the medical room, eyes on the horizon, the letter clutched in my hand. Smoke still curled in the distance. Gunfire echoed somewhere far off. But here, it was quiet. Inside, Matteo breathed steady. And I made myself a promise. I would end this. Rafael. Lazaro. Every lie they fed us. I would burn it all down, even if it meant walking into the fire alone. Because love isn’t just soft words and soft hands. Sometimes, it’s blood. Sometimes, it’s war. And I’d fight for him.

Hated the strange warmth it created. Hated him. Most of all, she hated herself for noticing anything at all. "I got lost." "Inside my private study?" His eyes narrowed. For a moment they simply stared at each other. A challenge. A battle. Neither willing to blink first. The storm crashed against the windows. Lightning flashed. The room brightened. And suddenly Adrian moved. One step towards her. That's all. Yet the distance between them vanished instantly. Celine's pulse jumped. He was too close.

She looked at me like I was — to put it plainly — utter garbage. "I want to make sure you understand what he means," she said. Her voice was smooth, and she had laced it with just enough warmth to make it sound like concern. "You were a rogue wolf two days ago. Whatever this—" she gestured lightly between Dominic and me with her wine glass, "—looks like from the outside, I assure you, that is where the resemblance to a real marriage ends." She paused, letting her words settle. "He loves me. And his heir will be mine. You served your purpose, sweetheart. Don't complicate what's left of it by forgetting that."

Chapter 1 (Sophia's POV) The crystal chandelier above the Grand Ballroom feels like a guillotine waiting to drop. I stand at the edge of the gala with a glass of champagne I have no intention of drinking, my fingers clenched so tightly around the stem I’m surprised it hasn’t shattered. Across the room, "he" holds court like he already owns the city. Alexander Voss. My enemy. My nightmare. The man whose family destroyed mine twice and still smiles like the world owes him everything.

"A restaurant. Neutral ground. Somewhere public enough that she feels safe." "When?" "Tomorrow evening. Seven o'clock. Maren's corner table." Marcus wrote it down. "Through her father or directly?" "Directly." Flat. Final. "She's going to be my wife. Not his delivery." Marcus moved toward the door. "She'll come in angry," Damien said. Marcus stopped.

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gesturing with my hands as I spoke, "No matter how I think about it, I was supposed to be mad at her, but there's just this connection I felt for her that I couldn't explain, and what's more annoying is that it's still right here in my heart," I added, hitting my chest as I spoke, "She's the daughter of my enemies, an evidence of their betrayer, what did I get in response huh? She wished I was her mother?" I questioned, even though I knew she didn't have an answer to what was going on in my mind,

I really don't want to imagine one of my best friends doing the kabadam though. Benji: Ask Brandon if he is against it. Brandon: Definitely not. I think I'll be cute. Alec: Of course you will. Girls dig this stuff. I should write a manga about it. Carson: About your fantasy being about your two best friends fucking each other? Benji: The book will not sell. Not one bit. Alec: What? I think it will. Carson: It wouldn't although the part about you having off may sell. Benji: I'm with Carson on this.