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Just then, she detonated the biggest bomb. “Tell me.” She said in a low-pitched voice. “What?!” I frowned, gently. “The three words.” She mumbled, her voice creaking. How delusional! I pondered. Just because we're in Paris, suddenly she wanted me to tell her I love her. What's it with Paris and girls? “Angel, I can't!” I gawked, cutting out gaze. She sucked her lips in disappointment. “But…” she commented, but I cut her off.

That nagging voice returned again, but she tuned it off, deciding to focus on what truly nattered. Xavier's hand wrapped around the small of her waist as they stared out at the surrounding areas of Paris together. "They don't call it the city of love for no reason," he remarked. Many other people were in their position, probably tourists like the , holding hands together as couples and looking down, completely in love. She ignored them and rested her head on Xavier’s chest, letting herself bask in the warmth she felt in that moment, not letting the fears of what was to come, or the reminder of how temporal whatever was going on was.

She snapped her hands, and the man was gone. Guilia forced a smile on her face, welcoming her best friend while trying to forget their last encounter before graduation and how Paris had sex with the guy she had a crush on, just because Guilia was with Mateo and Paris could get anyone. “You look lost, baby girl,” Paris said, snapping a finger in Guilia’s face. “It’s good to see you, Paris.” She said, wrapping her hand around her. The moment she pulled out, Paris grabbed her bag. “So, where is it?” She asked.

"Ahhhh. Fuck, baby. Me too." "I love you. I love you." "I love you, too. God, so much." We fall apart together there, in the shadows of Paris, kissing in between gasps, love thick in the air around us. And I never imagine for a second that we can be torn apart...

As their lips met in a kiss that spoke of love, forgiveness, and a new beginning, the city of Paris glowed around them, bearing witness to the moment their love story was rewritten, this time, forever. THE END!

Artemis' POV Paris. The city of love, of whispered promises, of things that felt like forever. It wasn’t the first time we had been here. The last time had been chaos—high-stakes deals, power plays, and the weight of a contract binding us together. But this time? This time was different. The garden where we stood was secluded, hidden away from the noise of the world. White roses lined the aisle, their scent mixing with the crisp autumn air. The Eiffel Tower loomed in the distance, its lights just beginning to flicker against the darkening sky.

Falvio murmured, pressing a kiss to her temple, “because every day with you has the potential to be better than the last. And tomorrow, we’ll make it even more beautiful.” They talked late into the night, memories of the day replaying between laughter and whispered confessions. Eventually, the soft pull of sleep claimed them, but even then, they remained entwined, a living testament to the promise they had made on this day in Paris—a promise of love, of devotion, and of countless days spent discovering not only the city around them but the endless depths of each other’s hearts. And as the city outside murmured with life, Falvio and Analees drifted into dreams, hands clasped, hearts synchroni

He watched her, and for the first time since leaving Raymond’s house, the ringing in his ears stopped. He didn’t just admire nature, he admired the way the late afternoon sun caught the gold in her eyes as she stood with her parents. “I must meet with this girl” he thought, and like a force so magnetic, he raised his voice, “Good afternoon my neighbours and congratulations to your beautiful daughter.” The neighbours accepted and exchanged pleasantries with smiles, and Karen bowed her head shyly. That definitely is a boy she admires. Overtime, they met and grew closer to each other, having romantic and sexual feelings. They fell in love and kept their relationship a secret from the knowledge

Everything was a mess. As I got closer to my room, I heard voices. Two guards stood near the corner, talking in low tones. I didn’t mean to listen at first, I couldn’t even see their faces, but one word stopped me. Paris. I froze and stepped back into the shadows. My heart started beating fast. “Do you know,” one of them whispered, “that the king once loved her mother?” The other guard frowned. “Who? Paris’s mother?” “Yes,” the first one said. “He loved her more than anything. Some say they had an affair.

On our wedding night, my new wife casually proposed an open marriage. "I'm pregnant. From now on, I'll spend Mondays, Wednesdays, and Fridays with Finley, and Tuesdays, Thursdays, and Saturdays at home." I forced myself to steady my trembling body and looked up at her. "When did this start?" "When you introduced us. We fell in love at first sight." A faint smile played at the corners of her lips. "The moment I met him, I finally understood what real passion felt like. With you, it was just familiarity after all these years. "By then, the news of our families' marriage alliance had already gone public. I figured I'd just settle for you and make the best of it. Then I found out I was pre