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I resented him for taking me from my grandmother, locking me away in his house, and later even using my grandmother to force me into marriage with him. In those years, Felix loved me deeply. I tried to convince myself to keep going, to forgive him, because, at that time, he was just an innocent child. Every time I felt like giving up, I would go to the garden and look at the sunflowers, drawing flowers on the wall that would never wither. But later, as I tried to hold on, Darcy's arrival destroyed everything. Or maybe it was Felix who destroyed it all. He destroyed the sunshine that had grown up with him, and I couldn't hold on any longer.

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Her phone was sitting on the bed, the screen lighting up the darkened room with a persistent, aggressive buzz. I shouldn’t have looked,I knew the boundaries,I knew the walls we had built between us but still I did. Adam: You’re beautiful, Madison. I hope we get along really well. My jaw went rigid, the bone actually clicking. The warmth from the kitchen downstairs vanished, replaced by a cold, jagged spike of adrenaline. Who the hell was Adam?

The anchor that keeps three broken men from drifting too far out to sea. So hearing Gray dismiss Ashley like she's nothing to him? That pisses me off. The guy was ready to ride into the sunset with Christine—an ice-cold, calculating bitch who damn near destroyed him—and now, because she burned him, he thinks it's okay to treat Ashley like shit.

The rug was a lost cause, and so was I. Ava traced lazy circles on my stomach. “Still catching the morning train?” I laughed, raw. “Changed my plans. Indefinitely.” Ethan pressed a kiss to my shoulder. “Good. We’re just warming up.” Liam’s hand slid between my thighs, teasing. “Chapter two starts at dawn.” I closed my eyes, sated and aching and already wet again. The lodge smelled of sex and pine and possibility. Outside, the mountain stood silent. Inside, three bodies curled closer, ready to write the next scene on my skin.

In that case, all bets would be off. . . . . . THE END . . . . . Ember Casey is a USA Today bestselling author who writes books about wicked billionaires, Hollywood bad boys, playboy princes, and rugged adventurers. The other stories in her bestselling Fontaines of Hollywood series include The Lies Between the Lines (Luca's story!), The Secret to Seduction, The Mystery of You, and the Thrill of Temptation.

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“I never imagined I could fly or experience something so thrilling.” Jonathan smiles, brushing a strand of wet hair away from my face. “You’re full of surprises, my love. I’m grateful to be by your side and share these extraordinary moments with you.” We lay there, basking in the warm sunshine, content in each other’s presence. As the sun begins its descent, casting a golden hue across the horizon, Jonathan and I sit together on the beach, our bodies wrapped in a cosy blanket. The air is filled with the soft sound of crashing waves and the gentle rustle of palm trees swaying in the breeze.

JASMINE “The cursed Luna belongs to the Shadow Wolves.” The words hit me like ice crawling down my spine. I stand frozen near the top of the staircase while silence crashes through the entire pack house below. Cursed Luna. The title alone makes my stomach twist painfully. My wolf whimpers softly inside me. Danger. Every warrior downstairs immediately becomes tense while growls echo throughout the hall. But Maverick… Maverick looks absolutely terrifying. His silver eyes glow dangerously bright while his Alpha aura suffocates the entire room. Even from upstairs, I can feel the pressure of his anger pressing against my skin.

Serena's head throbbed Sunlight streamed through the blinds in her bedroom, too bright, too intrusive. She groaned, pulling the pillow over her face for relief. The bitter aftertaste of last night's champagne still lingered on her tongue, and fragmented memories of the gala played in her mind-her sister's smirk, Aidan's silence, Damien's voice... Damien Suddenly, she sat up, a wave of nausea threatening to topple her. "God," she whispered, clutching her head.