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"I think I might be in love with both of them, which feels like the kind of answer that should disqualify me from saying it out loud at all." "Why would it disqualify you?" "Because it's not supposed to work that way, Cole. You pick one. That's the entire premise of every romance novel I've ever half read on a beach vacation. You pick the right one, and the wrong one fades quietly into the background, and everyone lives happily ever after with the correct choice."

Although his death and the deaths of the royal family were tragic, it was the best thing he could have done. Shakespearean tales were my favorite. A timeless story of romance, drama, and tragedy is Romeo and Juliet. Everyone denied, but at the same time, felt, their love. I adored romance, and I firmly believe that everyone on earth believes in love. Everyone had the right to love, which is a quality that I have always admired in people.

This was just too much. "You should know this, Bethel. What's mine is yours. My wealth - they all belong to you now. Your just gained the heart of Ryan Winthrop and congratulations, you've made me insane - insane for you". He said as he patted me on the Back while I remained speechless. I love you, Ryan, I said in my heart. I thank the heavens for bringing us together. I don't think there could have been anyone more perfect for me. I promise to always love you to the very end...till we grow old and death do us part💕

The only knowledge I had about romance was in the dozens of movies and books I'd preyed on. So, I said the only thing that came to mind at that moment, "The best love is the kind that awakens the soul and makes us reach for more." I remembered the classic line from The Notebook, I'd watched that movie a thousand times already, I knew every line by heart. I crossed my fingers hoping that it would work, and it did because he pulled me into a hug, tighter than anyone I've ever been. "Thank you for saying that." I couldn't believe that it worked, but I wasn't going to allow the opportunity to slip past so I hugged him back, my hand stroking his back gently.

Sleep would most definitely be eluding me tonight. But I didn’t particularly care. My big vice was romance novels. I just loved them. And the cheesier and sappier and more unrealistic they got, the more I invested myself in them because, by that point, it was pretty much only the emotions they seemed to evoke that mattered. They were just so yummy and fulfilling and...and amazing. I devoured them like potato chips, damning any sleepless-night consequences that might follow. So basically, I was pretty much determined to finish this entire book tonight.

Was it from a novel Paige had read before? "What? Do you also think I'm right?" Chris asked with a smile. Paige refuted, "You should read fewer messy novels." Who would have thought that someone like Chris, a CEO, actually liked reading all sorts of romance novels? Did he ever imagine himself in those novels, fantasizing about being the male lead? Chris said, "I don't read any messy novels. I read the painstaking works of the authors." Paige was at a loss for words. Did she also not read the authors' painstaking works? Such double standards.

Celeste asked looking up at the stars. "No, he only told me to pack up for this…" " I see, you must love your husband a lot" Celeste reasoned, " I do and I Know you also have an eye for the Lord, Moreau I mean" Delphine phrased out as Celeste chuckled, everyone here knew how much Moreau loves and cherished Estelle La Fey, she's the only woman whom he holds in his heart, but seems like he chose power over his love, for reasons best known to him, and also how Celeste was always seen around him, because she had special feelings for him, though he never baits an eye at her, the fact she was Estelle La Fey's maid left people thinking.

Time, in that sacred interlude, vanished, and they surrendered to the taste and texture of each other's souls. When, at last, they parted, foreheads touching in silent communion, they exchanged a wordless understanding. It was not merely a kiss; it was a proclamation of their affection, an instant etched eternally in their hearts—the genesis of a romance tale destined to withstand the trials of time.

Then he pointed to a blank canvas. “That one is for you.” “For me?” “Yes.” “What will it be?” Mateo studied her carefully. “I don’t know yet.” “But it will be something special.” Months passed. Evelyn fell deeply into the rhythm of Mateo’s life. He kissed her like every moment mattered. He looked at her like she was art. Sometimes he whispered things that made her heart race. “You inspire me,” he told her one night. “No one has ever inspired me like this before.” She believed him.

The myths, the doomed romances, the paintings of lovers, he lit up. "You," I teased, "are a hopeless romantic. A total sucker for love." He didn't even bother denying it. "Firm believer. Always have been. Romeo and Juliet was my favorite for years. Right up until I read Pride and Prejudice and it knocked it off the top spot." "Some lucky woman is going to get a great boyfriend in you one day." He smiled at that, then tilted his head at me. "Romeo and Juliet, was it worth it, in your opinion?"