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Jason pov Disappointment floods me when Helen doesn't catch the hint I gave her. After last night, I set my mind to making her mine. Helen is a good woman who has been hurt by love. She is just like me. We gave our love and loyalty to people who did not deserve it and ended up disappointed. It's like fate arranged for us to meet here and know each other. She is a woman who is ready to settle but with no one to commit. I am just like her, ready to settle but no one is willing to commit to me.

“Except you could make do with some company but in return, I must fix up this whole messy appearance for you.” I sighed and stared at my reflection. I did look terrible and I hadn't taken a shower for the day. Like I said, I wasn't a morning person so no judgments. “Fine,” I said. “We have a deal.” *** It was a pity only six of fifteen books were actually good. I was going to murder Beta Miles for recommending sock as romance books. This was one of the reasons I detested romance and I'm sorry, not sorry but I consider people who read romance books, funny people.

Her eyes red, she tried to sound generous as she said, "Felix, don't you love me the most? Are you really going to blame me for this? I'm your only public girlfriend; everyone expects you to marry me. I'm upset, Felix. I'm the one who's been by your side. Why would you need a substitute who looks just like me? You can't love anyone else—only me!" She thought her tantrum would make Felix apologize and comfort her. But Felix's gaze turned icy with fury, the killing intent practically radiating off of him. He only relaxed when he saw me open my eyes. The three followers, seeing the tension, quickly jumped in. "Mr. Palmer, Darcy is your true love. Everyone else is just a passing fling. You shoul

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The urge to know more about her spurs me forward as I spin and face the rest of her room. Bare beige walls and a bookshelf that is full of books staring back at me. Most of the books look brand new and have never been touched except for three. As I move closer to the shelf, fingering along the three well-loved books with fraying spines, I realize Sarah was a romantic. Each book describes a girl whose life altered drastically and who was saved by a handsome prince or man of status. All stories are morbidly opposite to the life she is living with a mate who couldn’t save her from her living nightmares.

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How I met him was quite a meet-cute, never have I been in a relationship this passionate. He was everything and supported me, he gave me all I ever asked for. Since I first met him at the club, where I turned from a waitress to a striper, he had always hovered around me. He made me felt special, I could see his love for me in his eyes. We never had any problems, just small irrelevant arguments. I have been dreaming about the day he would propose to me, to be sincere, I have never been this patient in my life.

I watched Sophia like I was afraid that Sophia would disappear if I closed my eyes. A time ago I had imagined this moment in small rooms on very hard nights. Then love was just a hope. Now love feels heavier and more real, something that could be broken if I was not careful with Sophia. I reached out. Brushed a strand of hair away from Sophia's face. Sophia stirred slightly moving closer to me without waking up like Sophia's body knew where it belonged. That nearly undid me. I had built companies with hands and made decisions that ruined men. I had learned how to walk without looking back.

Viktor looked at Nyra. “You still choose difficult company.” “Still breathing too confidently,” she replied. He laughed softly. “Straight to hostility. I missed that.” Sebastian took one step forward. “Why here?” Viktor’s expression shifted. “Because places like this remind people what they pretend to believe in.” His gaze sharpened. “And because grief sounds louder in abandoned rooms.” Sebastian’s hand tightened. “You brought my wife into this twice now.” “I brought memory. You supplied pain.” Nyra saw it happen before Sebastian moved—the precise second restraint broke.

The late sunlight spilled through the windows, painting gold over the wood. It felt like stepping into another world. A colder one. I walked to the bookshelf, scanning the titles. Politics. Pack histories. Strategy. Economics. Of course. I sighed, sliding my fingertips along the spines, hoping for a hint of softness, something romantic. Maybe a love story tucked away. Or even one of those dark, forbidden romance books where love and ruin intertwined, something that mirrored the madness between Lucian and me. But the rows offered no such comfort. I chuckled quietly to myself. “Of course not. Lucian probably thinks romance books are a waste of time.”