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♧ASH (AKSHITHA) POV♧ Finally we are happy because our honey got her prince charming from the beginning iam doubting both of them because my mom used to say that sometimes hate will be the pillar to love because if someone loves a person there is no guarantee that how many times that they think of their love but if we hates someone we always think of that person that will result in love sometimes same thing happened in honey's life she always have a soft corner for him but she hided it from everyone she lied to herself finally she realized before it's too late I wish she get everything she deserves

Perhaps it was simply that the building itself was better than he had known how to imagine, and the unnamed things were the evidence of that betterness. He closed the journal. He went to the sitting room. Don was on the sofa with his book—a new one, the fifth in the Greece preparation, a novel set in Athens in the 1940s that he had said he was reading for the texture of the period rather than the plot. The novel was smaller than the other books, thinner, the kind of book that could be read in a day if you pushed. Don was not pushing. He was reading slowly, the way he read everything, giving each sentence the attention it deserved.

Carlo La Rosa was the Don of the La Rosa famiglia of Neopolis. And I, Lydia Luciani, was sent to him as a plaything to settle a debt. There was a hideous scar on the back of his hand. Whenever he brushed his hand against my skin, it left a sensation that was both itchy and painful. For three whole years, Carlo treated me as nothing more than an outlet for his needs. There was no foreplay, and he didn't even bother turning off the lights. He forced me to look at the mirror, to watch how I was slowly and mercilessly consumed by him.

[A/N : This book doesn't in anyway encourage the vices that are portrayed in it. Reader's discretion is highly advised.] Dante~ She wasn't here. It's been roughly an hour of me combing through a number of Harry's girls and I still couldn't find Nancy. I couldn't understand it. I had been looking for her all year and was led here by a reliable source. I was positive I'd find her and take her home with me tonight. Isla remained on the couch beside me, squirming uncomfortably at the effect of the tension in the room.

Honey would give up and move on. She was just looking for the name of the club and finally saw it on this guy’s cocktail napkin. It was something in Hungarian, something she couldn’t read, so she took a snapshot of the napkin and sent it to Eliza, along with a few hasty sentences about what Honey was up to. “Be careful. If she turns a bunch of these guys before you get there, you’ll have more than just her to contend with.” “We’re pretty sure she has a batch from the last several nights incubating somewhere,” Eliza replied. “Thanks, Cassidy. I appreciate it.”

"You've been too tired recently. Get some rest. We'll sleep apart for now." I was so moved by his act that I actually teared up, thinking he was being considerate then. But now I only realized that he wasn't being kind. Instead, he was repulsed by me. Vincenzo found someone younger and full of energy. He found a woman who fed his vanity to replace a wife who was "old" and "dirty". The cigarette burned down to the filter, searing my fingertips. I snapped out of the pain and stubbed it out. However, a small blister had already formed on my fingertip.

As long as they didn’t flaunt it in my face or try to challenge my place, I would choose to let it slide. However, now I saw just how ridiculously naïve I’d been. Love would wear out bit by bit, like a flower that slowly withers without nourishment. Sean’s love for me could no longer sustain my staying by his side, and he left me playing the fool. The tea overflowed and spilled onto the table. Sean caught my hand, as if afraid I’d burn myself. However, I pulled my hand back and gave a faint smile. “Sorry, these cookies were baked for my friend. For this lady to just take one without asking, don’t you think that’s a little rude?”

"Jessica, you haven't been here in ages. She's the new college student who works at our shop—Lucy Lacher. Your husband recommended her." Then she turned toward the girl. "This is your sponsor's wife. Hurry and say hello." Lucy kept her eyes lowered, her voice barely louder than a whisper. "H-Hello." I couldn't help laughing. Wasn't she just flaunting herself moments ago, bragging about how someone pampered and spoiled her? Why was she shrinking into an ostrich now? Only then did I finally take the egg tarts she'd been holding out the entire time. I glanced down and frowned.

The thought left a pit in my stomach, and suddenly, I wasn’t hungry anymore. Later, we all moved to the gazebo out back to hang out and have drinks. Marco and Renzo joined too, blending right in. “Want something to drink, Leilah?” Eloise asked kindly. I shook my head right away. Just the idea of drinking reminded me of that awful night at the bar with Hudson, and I wasn’t about to go down that road again. “Come on, just one drink?” Alison and the others tried to nudge me into it.

Once I was done, I handed it over to Matteo. “What do you mean no?” Ares read the note over Matteo's shoulder. “I'm the Don and no one dares tell me no. You will come with me and that's final.” I scribbled a bigger no, before tossing it at his feet. “Anna, If you would just…” A loud bang cut Matteo off. Sarah yelped out loud, while I fell to the floor. My ears buzzed, but I caught a glimpse of the loud noise.