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I said to him and he sat down, and surprisingly he sat beside me, but none of us said anything to each other just silence and staring into space *Hey guys how has the book been so far Hope you guys are enjoying it, make Sure you like, comment and gift this book and I'll drop a double chapter, Who are you rooting for? Liam or Kelly?

Something dangerous. There were moments when our rivalry bled into every corner of the school day. A misstep in the hallway became a silent war of “who would move first.” A book dropped in the library became an excuse to throw a smirk or glare that lingered too long. Even when we were in different classes, the air seemed charged, as if we were both waiting for the next inevitable collision.

She didn’t even give a damn about the fact that my men were behind me. If anything, I know she’d go for my head given the chance. It was amusing. And also annoying as hell. Amara had been my rival for as long as I could remember. It dated as far back as when we were kids. It wasn’t just an individual rivalry though. This was a family rivalry. The Vitales and the DeLaurentis’ had been at each other’s necks for decades. Our rivalry was something born as a result of it. Even now that I’d taken then position of Don, it didn’t mean things would end just yet. I hated her and she hated me just at much. I hated her father Viktor and the rest of her brothers. Nothing could dissolve or change that. Th

Agreeing to his strategy meant completely abandoning the pristine, calculated methodology my father had violently drilled into me since childhood. It meant crossing a massive legal and moral boundary, fully aligning myself with the Valez heir to protect a legacy my family had actively destroyed. I looked at his expressive face, the messy dark hair, and the fierce determination anchoring his posture. The inherited rivalry felt completely irrelevant compared to the visceral, magnetic pull anchoring me to this exact moment. "I am with you," I said with entire certainty. Dante’s lips formed into a lethal smile, the sheer approval in his expression sending another jolt of adrenaline straight thro

ONE of my many strengths is competing. I always love a good challenge and a good rivalry heats things up and it hypes me up. Among all my adversaries in such sport, only Cryx can make me feel like life and death is really after me. Don't get the idea wrong about what he can make me feel, it's obviously the feeling in racing.

“But on a serious note, Luna, you shouldn't fall for him. He is a rival to your husband, so…” “A rival? What do you mean?” I asked. “What I mean is… Riven and Sky are like fire and water. They really can't stand each other,” he said, squinting his face. “And I think it's because your husband is jealous.” I scoffed. “Jealous? Jealous how?”

' We moved together in a frenzy now, sweat-slick bodies sliding, the room filled with the wet sounds of sex and our mingled moans, mine high and keening, his low and guttural. But as the peak loomed, my thoughts drifted again, piecing together the buildup that led here. It wasn't just the dinner; it was months of tension simmering. Like that late-night strategy session in his office three weeks ago, when he'd leaned over my shoulder to review reports, his chest brushing my back, cologne wrapping around me like a vice. 'You're playing with fire, Louisa,' he'd whispered then, lips close to my ear. I'd frozen, heat flooding my cheeks, but played it off with a laugh. Deep down, though, I knew...

I whispered as the fire began to burn low. "Me too," Jax agreed, his head resting back against the sofa as Raven leaned against his chest. As we eventually fell asleep in a tangle of limbs and blankets, I realized that the rivalry was just our way of showing how much we cared. We fought because we wanted to be worthy of her, but in the end, her love was the only prize that mattered. The laundry could wait for another day.

“Good. I do not want my wife anywhere near that man.” I nodded, even though part of me bristled at the word wife, at the ownership threaded through his tone. Sebastian Cross was a name spoken often in our home, usually followed by irritation or contempt. Chris’s rival. The man whose company challenged his at every turn. According to gossip, Sebastian was brilliant, ruthless, and dangerously charming. And single. Everyone knew that too. One night stands. No attachments. No complications. The kind of man wives were warned about, half joking and half serious.

How could we when we had just met just a few months ago and the relationship had started barely one week later. It was like love at first sight. Well, more like mating at first sight. Neither of us could deny or resist the mating heat after the day we met, stared each other in the eyes and realized that we were mates. I took a deep breath, trying to steady my emotions, and stared at the test one more time. This little stick held the power to change our lives forever. I had to tell him. Now. I couldn’t wait longer or bear the tension. No no not at all.