Forever Spring Reviews Novels & Stories

Ethan asked, his voice smooth but cold. Jake hesitated. “Uh, there was one more thing, sir. About the meeting with Spring Entertainment tomorrow...” Ethan’s jaw tightened imperceptibly. *Spring Entertainment.* Olivia’s face flashed in his mind for a brief second. “What about it?” he asked, his voice perfectly neutral. “They’ve sent over some preliminary contracts. I’ve forwarded them to legal for review, but they wanted to confirm your attendance. Should I...?” Jake’s voice trailed off, clearly unsure of how to proceed.

Their arms tightened around me, their bodies trembling slightly; their warmth a comforting counterpoint to the lingering chill in my heart. “I love you,” I whispered, the words catching in my throat. “Both of you.” They didn't hesitate. “We love you too, my lady,” Flora murmured, her voice thick. A single tear escaped Eliha's eye, tracing a shimmering path down her cheek, disappearing into the tangled curls at her collarbone. "Always," she whispered, her voice thick with emotion. "No matter what." In that moment, surrounded by their kindness and loyalty, I forgot about Claire. I forgot about the secret, the court, and the danger.

Then Weston uses his torch to light the fire set up beside him and the howling intensifies in celebration, making the earth tremble beneath their feet. Millan's heart swells as his Fated Mate’s eyes filled with love lock with his, most probably reflecting the same fond expression. Then there’s warmth. Encompassing him, bubbling into his chest and creeping into his bones. The kind that so strongly highlights how cold he used to be, how cold he’s been for so long. The kind of warmth he stopped believing existed a long time ago. The feeling is almost too much to handle. A familiar fuzzy cloud dances in front of Millan's eyes and he has trouble keeping it away.

We both stopped as Adrian glanced over his shoulder. Sofia's eyes now clearly burned with anger. “You didn't marry her because you care about her,” she started. “You married her because she's damaged goods.” The insult echoed through the room as my chest squeezed, but Adrian did not react the way I had expected. Instead… He smiled in a slow but dangerous way. Then he said something that made the entire room freeeze. “And that's where you got it all wrong,” Adrian said calmly. “I married her because she's the only woman in this room worth keeping.”

The tiny, folded slip of paper , Ethan Grant’s phone number , had become my personal religion. For fourteen agonizing days, it had lived tucked deep inside the stitching of my uniform apron, a burning coal against my skin. Two weeks. I had survived two weeks of perfect silence, two weeks of scrubbing floors and polishing secrets, pretending the warm pressure of his lips on my cheek had been nothing but a fever dream.

“Thank you.” “For?” “Making me see that I can have both, this and the world I’ve been raised to rule.” “You can do whatever you set your mind to. I have no doubt.” She laid her hand over mine. “Thank you.” It was my turn to question. “For…?” “When Papá informed me of our wedding, I didn’t think we would ever have this—love—it’s more than I could have imagined.” Thank you for reading NOW AND FOREVER, Catalina and Dario’s story. Coming next in the Brutal Vows series, TILL DEATH DO US PART, Mia and Aléjandro’s story.

Connecting. Forever.

Only us. Forever.

Endless. Forever.

Because sometimes the strongest thing you’ll ever do… Is nothing. No reply. No return. No relapsing into old patterns. Just walking away. Quietly. Softly. Completely.