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He is mine. I press my lips together hard. I don’t need his love. I don’t even want it. Right? Or atleast that's what I was trying to convince myself. My stomach clenches. I slam the book shut harder than I mean to, the sound cracking through the room. I quickly bring my knees to my chest on the chair and rest my chin on them, staring at the wall. The truth is I hate that Nelima thinks she knows him better than I ever will. I hate that she’s probably right.

NOTE: This book is a sequel to my first book name 'Love and lies' but you guys can read this book as a stand-alone book as well because I planned to add all the main points of the first book in this one so you won't have to read the previous part all you guys have to do is to wait patiently until I reveal them one by one as per the plot requirements. Thanks. °^°^°^° Elie "Elina, My Sweetheart, where are you hiding?" Hearing his velvet voice made me drop into a pool of sweat as I gulped my saliva in fear.

he answered, and this just made me even more curious to ask him more questions. “Even though you can order it, but then it would take days for it to get here and you need it right now, so you had to come here,” I answered, giving him an explanation, and he nodded in agreement, immediately locking in. “What’s the name of this book?” I asked, and he swallowed. “Just an old classic historical romance book; Rebellious Love by Maura Seger,” he answered, and I slowly nodded. “Okay then,” I said as I took slow steps away from him.

at that moment was indeed sweet to the core of my heart. So I once again chose to jump into his arms. But now I finally understand that Jacob's most ruthless place is here. I love you, but I don't seem to love you that much. Hit a stick and then give a sweet, let you keep falling into it, but never escape.

She quickly left the bed, wrapping the blanket around her. "H-It's not true. Eunice—" "No need to explain," he interrupted coldly. "B-brent, please... I didn't—" she struggled to explain, but his eyes were cold and unrelenting. "I've known for a long time how you feel about Nick. Even though I've liked you for a long time, I didn't pursue you. I gave him the chance to see your love for him, but every time you were hurt because of him, it doubled the pain I felt. So, I decided to make you love me, even if it meant it would seem like I forced you. I want you to see me as a man who loves you dearly, not just as a friend. I was willing to wait for your feelings to turn to me. I thought I succeed

He said with a shocked expression. " Is it?? Why don't you marry her? " I said. " What?? What's wrong with you? Don't be jealous!! I love you not her. " He said. " But you liked her work and it is keeping you awake at nights. You seemed to be impressed with her. So why not?? " " Because I love you, not her. But what kept me awake was how can her book have so many similarities with our love story. Hey did you get that crazy idea of me being gay after reading this book?? " He asked all of a sudden.

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I pushed him. "I hate you." My eyes gets watery, I walked away from him "Hailey." He hold me "Give me one last chance." He begged "Why? Why do you want it so bad?" "Because I am your heartbeat so you can't replace your heart with somebody else but me!" He bursted and I looked at him disbelief "You read the letter?" That left me speechless "I read it, I read it a thousand times." He sighed and looked at me "Please." He begged

Anything else. That’s when I remember the library book I should’ve returned weeks ago. The librarian’s probably going to bite my head off—but honestly? I don’t care. I’ve read that book so many times, I could quote it in my sleep. The romance between the Prince of England and the American president’s son… what started as hate turned into something powerful, something unstoppable. A love so intense, not even the gods could break them apart. I dream of a love like that. But in my messy little life, it feels impossible.

I might not remember what he said or what I said or why that moment mattered so much. But my body remembers. It remembers being loved by him. I flip through the pages, and I see sentences highlighted in yellow ink. My eyes catch on one in particular. "I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where. I love you simply, without problems or pride." I close the book hard. My hands are shaking. I hate this. I hate that some stupid, broken part of me still cares. He's with Lea now. He's cold to me now. He looks at me like I'm garbage.