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I silently locked the door and tiptoed towards elina, she surprised when I hugged her from back, I slowly kissed her neck and then shoulder, I easily felt the goosebumps on her skin because of my touches and kisses. I found her sweet weak spot finally. She is so Lovely. She turned her body to face me, she gently touched my lips before placing a kiss on them, it was light but enough to allow me to continue what I am doing on her with my every moves she was giggling and laughing. It shows how much she likes me, a proud smirk raise on my face as I lift her up in bridal style, she put her arms around my neck for support.

All I need to do is concentrate on my interview. EMILIANO'S POV ' That goddamn woman! Who was she pretending to? It was obvious that she agreed to this marriage for the money, I hate greedy bitches like her!!! ' I thought boiling in rage as I stormed away from her room. I walked to the living room and I bumped into nanny Eloise. " Nanny, please gather everyone here" I requested and she nodded. Few minutes later, all the maids gathered in the living room. " From now onwards, you do not have to care about the her, what she does is none of your businesses. I'm talking about the lady upstairs and I hope I made myself clear!!!" I ordered and they all stared at each other in surprise.

It was obvious he wanted Marsha to be jealous. Carrie pulled slightly away. ^Almost} Maybe you were right when you said there is no such thing as love. It is an overrated feeling connected with sexual compatibility. One thing you have in your favour though, if I get tired of sex, maybe Marsha will oblige!’ It had started out as a romantic conversation, but now Carrie felt Alexis stiffen.

My hands fumble with his body packs, did I mention that he has the best manly body shape I’ve ever seen. "I love you, baby." He whispered audibly enough for me to hear as he looked into my eyes with a heated gaze. He leaned in again and kissed me, he softly squeezed my hip before reaching down again. As he whispered something, a thrilling sensational chill went through my body. He hooked up his hand behind my knee, I instantly knew what he wanted to do "Go slow." My voice was incredibly low. I was breathless, he always got me there.

“Every promises Edward made to my parents were fulfilled. We were elevated from poverty. Nelly went to school to the highest level, I decided to end mine on bachelor’s degree, then I met my husband. Now before all the lived happily ever after, there was a time six years after your mother’s marriage to your father, Edward’s kinsmen and parents sort to end the marriage. It had been six years of childlessness. And immediately at that moment, the universe smiled its face at Nelly. She had you few months later and you came into this world ending unresolved issues between families. “Immediately after my graduation, I married my husband, he wasn’t rich but I loved him regardless. And today, we are

Honey, chocolate and whipped cream smeared across my skin. He stood, looking down at me with a wolfish grin. "And that's how you do breakfast in bed." I laughed, breathless. "That wasn't breakfast in bed. That was breakfast on counter, you freak." "Same thing." He winked at me, then leaned down and kissed me slowly so I could taste myself on his lips. When he pulled back, his eyes were soft. "I love this," he said quietly. "I love this with you." I didn't say it back. Not yet. But I felt the words, burning in my chest, aching to escape.

Their love story was one for the ages, a testament to the power of connection and creativity. As they hugged, Akira whispered, "I'll paint our love story forever." Taro smiled, knowing their love would be a masterpiece. *The Wedding* Their wedding was a beautiful blend of traditional and modern elements. Akira's art studio was transformed into a stunning venue, filled with flowers, candles, and her vibrant paintings. Taro's colleagues and Akira's friends gathered to celebrate their love. As Akira walked down the aisle, Taro's eyes sparkled with happiness. They exchanged vows, promising to love and support each other through life's joys and challenges.

We’d talk late into the night, sipping bourbon by the fireplace, like two men trying to understand life before it ended. One night, after a few too many drinks, I asked him, “You ever been in love?” He smiled like he’d seen a ghost. “I think I have.” I laughed. “Good. Don’t lose it. Ever. I lost mine. And I’ve never recovered.” He leaned closer, genuinely curious. “What happened?” I stared into the fire. “She was. everything. Wild and soft. Brave and complicated. We made vows, blood ones.” My voice cracked. “I let her go because I was a coward in a world built on control. But I never stopped dreaming about her. Every damn night. I see her eyes.”

he asked, lifting one brow, clearly unconvinced. I sighed and looked away. "Because it wouldn't work. We'd get tired of each other in a week. And I know you, Jim. You say you love me, but is it really me you love? Or the money and connections I bring with every campaign, every shoot?" His face fell, the corners of his lips twitching downward. "That's a cruel thing to say, Julliane. I really do love you, you know." "I believe you—partly," I admitted. "But your kind of love feels more like possession. Like keeping your most valuable asset close. That's not the kind of love I want. It's not the kind I deserve."

She had prepared his favorite meal. She had even remembered exactly how he liked it. Her fingers tightened around the edge of the plate. "When did I start doing this?" she whispered. There was no answer. Only the uncomfortable truth she had been trying to avoid. She was beginning to care about Adrian. Not because he was her husband. Not because their families had forced them together. She cared because of the little things he did. The coffee he remembered she liked. The way he noticed when she was tired. The way he had stayed beside her when she was in pain.