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***** Book Two: Betrothed to the Ruthless Barbarian King Leila’s point of view I just ran out of pages, I closed the book slowly, reluctantly….. like the story would disappear forever if I shut it too fast. It didn’t, it never did. That was the problem with reading fictional books. The stories didn’t end when you reach the last page, they stayed. They clung to your chest, wrapped around your thoughts, sank into your bones like something permanent, leaving you stranded in the last paragraph like someone pulled the ground beneath your feet mid step.

******* End Of Season One *****___***** Hello readers, This novel and me, both need a long break, so please don't be made and keep giving your support. After a long break, this novel is going to bring a lot of romance and action, so please stay tuned for the novel's next season.

The first month after I left, I went to a coastal city I had always dreamed of visiting to relax and heal. It was where I ran into my college senior, Theodore Ramsey. I didn't know anyone in the city, and my body was still weak from the abortion. That month, Theodore helped me a lot. I'd always been sensitive about feelings, and when I noticed the way he looked at me was more than just friendship, I chose to say goodbye and head to my next destination.

"Not simply what the book left out. But who was positioned closely enough to write it at all." Chloe watched her go, the novel disappearing with her down the garden path, and felt, for the first time since this whole tangled mystery had begun unraveling around her, the strange, unfamiliar sensation of no longer carrying every piece of it entirely alone.

On the day Evan Carter was supposed to meet my adoptive parents, his phone was turned off all day. As my future husband, he had confidently promised me the night before that he would win my parents over. Yet even after the server had refilled our glasses for the sixth time, I still couldn’t reach him. A few hours later, I came across a post from Evan’s assistant, Maya Collins. In the photos, Evan was sitting on her family’s couch with bags of expensive gifts around him, keeping her parents company. The caption read: “My family has been pressuring me to get married nonstop. Thank you to my amazing boss for stepping in and pretending to be my boyfriend so I could get through this!” Evan

I slide it into the notebook and close it. The apartment feels suddenly unfamiliar, like I’ve already begun to detach from it. I move through the rooms slowly, touching nothing unnecessarily. At the door, my hand lingers on the handle. This is the moment where people make calls. Where they tell someone where they’re going. Where they leave a trace in case they don’t come back. I think of Leah again. Of her whispering, Don’t disappear. The irony is sharp enough to hurt. If I tell her, I don’t protect her. I make her part of this. If I tell anyone, I create leverage. I become predictable. I become trackable.

Sounds mad, right? But I forgot to tell you that the main theme for the novel is action before romance, so of course many action scenes would appear in later chapters of the novel. By the way, did they really never suspects Avery to be the mastermind of all that has happened? Might be because she is the daughter of the Marquis or something.

Or she would have left long ago. “Some end on a cliff, Alek.” His brows wrinkled. Was that another book lover term like smut? He wanted her to stay and teach him these things? A ghost of a smile crossed her lips. “A cliffhanger. It’s the part of a book with so much suspense. Some stories end on that note, and then get a sequel before their happy ending.” That was good then. They could survive. He pushed one leg to the bed and took her hand. They said nothing. She pulled her hand from his and wrapped her arms around her middle.

Hello, bubble butts. I want to sincerely congratulate you and thank you from the bottom of my heart. Reaching the end of this novel means more to me than I can easily put into words, and I truly appreciate every moment you chose to spend with this story. You have officially come to the end of the main novel, with only the epilogue left to go.

"You're unbelievable. To think you can't even handle a minor illness without whining like a baby. But there's nothing left to discuss. This is final." With that, she grabbed her things and sauntered out of my ward, leaving me behind in endless darkness and despair.