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Though it was past midnight, the city center was still alive with the glittering lights of the night. When I pushed open the door, I immediately saw Byron lounging on the sofa in the center of the room. His custom gray-brown suit highlighted his chiseled V-shaped frame. The gold-rimmed glasses he wore caught a hint of the light above, adding an extra layer of sharpness to his already formidable presence. Rosa, draped across him, had her arms wrapped around his neck, leaning in to kiss him with the kind of intimate abandon that left no room for others.

I pressed. “Who is he?” He asked. “Who is..?” My voice trailed off. “When we were in Paris….” His voice trailed off. “Never mind. He said his gaze facing forward. “What is it? What happened in Paris?” “Never mind,” he said. I placed my palm against his chest. “What is it?” I said softly, who are you talking about?” He turned to look at me, “You mentioned in Paris that you were in love, who is it?”

Gavin replied with a shrug. Leila finally found her voice. “You love me?” Gavin stepped closer to her, knelt in front of her chair like they were the only two people in the room. “Yes. I love you. And I do not care what it costs me.” It was ridiculous. It was the kind of scene that belonged in a badly written romantic movie but God help her, she was melting. Right then, she forgot all about Adele and the baby and their messed up life and all she could think of was Gavin Hasters proclaiming his love for her.

“No more alcohol Odin. We’re going to have a chat once you’re sober. We thought it would be tomorrow but seeing as you’re half-cut by lunchtime I might simply lock you in a room until you’re dry.” Odin looked at Paris after rolling his eyes at his father, “who is she?” “My lover,” Marsha spoke bluntly and Paris, being the fly by the seat of her pants woman she was. nodded emphatically and rose from her position and moved to sit right on Marsha’s lap. “But I saw her here yesterday with other people. She even was near Ramona last night.” Paris shrugged, “I’m a free spirit, sweetie. I’m young, carefree and experimental.”

Chapter 54 Lily's pov. “I“I love you too, Lily,” Richard said, his voice soft and full of meaning. His eyes held a kind of honesty I had never seen before—pure, gentle, and warm. My heart swelled. The Eiffel Tower sparkled behind us, casting golden light over the river and surrounding rooftops. Paris at night was everything people said it would be—magical, dreamy, and full of love. We stood there for a while longer, wrapped in the silence and beauty of the night. Couples around us held hands, whispered, laughed, and kissed. For the first time in a long time, I felt like I belonged—not just in the city, but with him.

Enough Paris , if your visit today is to talk about a woman who had cheated on me with my brother then i would as well ask you to leave " i told her harshly. She shuddered in fear as she saw my eyes flashed with anger. "I'm sorry" she walk towards me and sighed " actually i came here to remind you about us "We have had this conversation a billion times Paris , right now i can't get married and putting it bluntly you need to find your mate as well " "I do not want anyone except you Henry . You know deep inside you that i desire no one else except you" I look down into her eyes, the sincerity in them. She stared back at me as i clenched my jaw.

The sky was streaked in red and gold, the city glowing beneath them. Sebastian stood behind her, arms wrapped around her waist, chin resting on her shoulder. “This city suits you,” he murmured. “And you,” she replied. He turned her around, cupping her face with both hands. “I never thought I could be this happy,” he confessed quietly. “Paris, the world, it all feels different with you.” Her eyes softened. “Sebastian” “I love you,” he whispered, slow, deliberate, powerful. Tears pricked her eyes. “I love you too.”

"I don't need you to do anything." "Bruno, you still don't get it," I said slowly. "I stopped loving you a long time ago." "I'm in love with Lorenzo. I love him." His pupils constricted, his face turning deathly pale. "You..." "Impossible. You can't fall in love with someone else that fast," he said, frantic. "You loved me for ten years." "So what?" I sneered. "You trampled on me for ten years." Hearing this, Bruno completely lost control and lunged, trying to drag me away by force.

Not after everything they had gone through. "Yes Jasmine. I love you. I love you even after I almost died because of you. I love you even after you betrayed me Jasmine. I love even after you separated me from my child who gave me hope that I could be better. I love you no matter what, I still love you!" He crashed his lips unto hers. Her eyes opened wide in surprise before she shut them up to savor the moment. She wasn't sure when next she would get to feel him again like this. But what born more than the touch of his lips was the words in her heart and at the tip of her tongue. She wanted to push him away and scream to him; I love you too Marcello Marchesa!

Sia's POV; I am busily typing away at my computer when I pause to read what I have written so far. I smile at the loving manner in which the male lead of my story confessed his love to the female lead. I blush heavily for her and give a warm smile at how happy she is going to be. I dump my back against the backrest of the chair I'm on, as I look outside my window. Just then, two people, I presume to be a couple, walk by, holding hands.