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It forced him to be late to join Velia in bed. Lucas walked slowly, not wanting to make any sound that could disturb her sleep. You look tired. Lucas took his place on the side of the bed. He gazed at Velia's peaceful face and stroked her hair. Tired? That one word managed to bring a faint smile to Lucas's face. He remembered the romance in his office earlier that day. How enjoyable it was. How passionate. It would surely be one of the love affairs Lucas would enjoy. And perhaps Velia felt the same way.

“The first thing in the morning. How about 6 a.m.?” I nodded. “Okay, but I thought royalty didn’t wake up before noon.” Constantine frowned. “How can you conclude that?” “From the historical romance books that I read.” He laughed out loud, and it was a pleasant sound. “All is fiction, my dear. Though we are royalty, we are like other people too.” “I love hearing your laugh.” Constantine stared at me for a few seconds and smiled. “It is rare for me to laugh. You can make me laugh only by saying something. You are indeed a special woman.” His eyes were shining now. “I want you more than ever now.”

I whispered to myself while looking at the ring that he himself put on me on our wedding day. We've only been together for two weeks but this is already happening to both of us. We don't get along anymore. “Romance him . . .” And my father’s voice still lingers in my mind. How can I do that if he’s this cold to me right now? How can I romance him if he despise me so much? “How fucked up my life is, really.” I shook my head while leaning on the backrest of my swivel chair.

The Nouveau-Riche Romance Chapter twenty-nine The brightness of the day filtered into the room. Illuminating it with its soft glow. The illumination was just enough to rouse Joan from sleep. Her body felt relaxed, she felt mellow really. It felt like she was coming down from a drug high. No, it was a sex high. Sex? Sex... Joan abruptly opens her eyes as she remembered the events of the previous night. She had sex with Asher. Now that she thought about it it was a crazy night and she wouldn't believe it if she hadn't experienced it.

Arielle rolled her eyes but smiled faintly. “Suit yourself.” She wandered into a bookstore nearby. The cool smell of paper and wood filled the small space. For the first time all day, she felt relaxed. No tense silences. No careful conversations. Just quiet. After twenty minutes she returned outside with a book in her hands. Roman glanced at the cover. “Romance?” “Absolutely not.” “Looks suspicious.” “It’s historical fiction.” “Same thing.” Arielle laughed despite herself. “You’re impossible.” Roman opened the car door again.

She said. "Come on this is not a marriage proposal, do you think my marriage proposal will be as lame as this? I can be very romantic when I want to be you know." I said and she laughed. "You? Romantic? Okay tell me, how will your marriage proposal be?" She asked. "You'll only get to find out if you accept to date me now so do you?" I asked. "I told you so." She said. "What?" "I told you back then remember? You said you weren't ever going to fall in love, I told you that you will and I'll be here to say I told you so when that happens." She said and I laughed.

The young woman sitting by me stopped her game and watched me rant in astonishment. When I ran out of angry words, she clapped her hands in succession, and it echoed in the silence. "Well said, Princess, but I think someone lied to you, just like they lied to some of them over there," she said, pointing to a point in the room's corner. "Over there in the blue dress is Princess Kit of the Blue Brook Pack. She was given away as an alliance gift to the Lycan King and found herself as a slave here the very next day. Following her is Princess Yvette from the distant pack region of the werecats. She was told that she was to be matched with the Lycan Prince. She has not gotten over the deceit that

They have merged at this point and it is all just thoughts of Adriana. I ignored my body’s reaction to her and got ready to indulge in doing something she loved. I could connect with her through this. I started reading, and sure enough, it sounded like a fucking love story. Who the hell would romanticize history for heaven’s sake? It is written in the old dialect. Not the refined version that I mostly grew up hearing, but the native one. You could see the swirls in the writing. And a lot of parts were hidden messages. The book must have been boring because I fell asleep. Not even through the first chapter. I woke up in the same chair, except the library was empty.

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The century-old hotel on the brink of bankruptcy reopened with a completely new look under my stewardship and quickly become one of Europe’s hottest new vacation spots. A renowned travel magazine even described my methods as “the Midas’ touch to make miracles out of decay”, giving the hotel its highest rating of the year. The hotel’s success gave me the sense of serenity and satisfaction I had been missing for so long. One afternoon, I was patrolling the hotel as usual when the revolving doors suddenly swung violently. Someone rushed in. “Zoe Dawn!” I looked up and froze. It was Summer, her pregnant belly enormous now. She looked haggard, but her eyes were full of manic hatred. “I knew it, I