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Lisa asked, tears still rolling down her cheeks. “Yes. Or at least I thought he was. He, however, confessed his love to me. He told me one evening that he wanted to marry me.” I looked at Lisa. She wasn’t scared anymore. Looking at me attentively, she wanted me to continue. “I thought it was a phase and that it would pass. I wasn’t attracted to him in the slightest. No way, I would take him as my mate. Besides, I couldn’t tell anyone that I was in love.”

"If you can’t, then I can." He shoved her back toward the bed. Rissa fell onto the plush mattress , a pool of heat already gathering between her thighs as she looked up at him. Without a word, Ronan reached down and pushed her night robe aside, baring her legs until he was staring at the delicate lace of her panties.

Gavin replied with a shrug. Leila finally found her voice. “You love me?” Gavin stepped closer to her, knelt in front of her chair like they were the only two people in the room. “Yes. I love you. And I do not care what it costs me.” It was ridiculous. It was the kind of scene that belonged in a badly written romantic movie but God help her, she was melting. Right then, she forgot all about Adele and the baby and their messed up life and all she could think of was Gavin Hasters proclaiming his love for her.

"When you truly love someone, age doesn't matter. Whether it is a difference of two years or thirty years. LOVE IS LOVE…" ~~~~~~~~~~~~ THE END ~~~~~~~~~~~~ ### Author's note: I hope you all have enjoyed the story. You can read my other stories on Goodnovel. Thanks for giving me a look at my story. My other works are as under: Forced Marriage with CEO The Mafia Emperor's Addiction The contingent Love Loved By The Mafia King Love Contract The Mysterious Bride of The Billionaire You can follow me on I*******M Wings_of_love77 Don't forget to comment and rate the story here.

And I don't think it's a problem, everyone must be sleeping right now so we have enough time to love each other. I pulled down her kilt, opening her breast area she wasn't wearing a bra that's a good thing, and to be honest, they are looking huge than the last time we had in the shower but last time I haven't taken her completely and I won't leave a single opportunity to fuck/love her hard this time.

" A little fight at a bar. Nothing to stress about" Damn I'm good! " Is that why you don't want Dad to figure out? Cause it was at a bar?" That could work too. " Yeah. So please don't let him know" " Fine" she sighed and a smile of victory lines my lips. Remind me to celebrate this over a bottle of wine. " So.. tell me about Xavier. Mom says he's hot" Xavier is the first boyfriend lovelyn has ever had and she actually made a choice that got momma proud.

I threw my bag on the ground, falling to my bed as exhaustion filled me. Not just exhaustion from school…but the incoming one of having to speak with Caden about the project. He hadn't said a word since we were paired as partners, and I already knew he was going to make this harder than I imagined. I opened my book; the topic coming into view made my stomach twist a little. “Forbidden love in literature: Why Readers enjoy Impossible Love Stories. Shit. Of all topics, it just had to be this. I stared at the page for a long time, before opening my laptop, creating a blank document and began typing

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"Is it okay? The weather is rather chilly Younno. She allowed her gown to fall down her waist as she bit her lips gently. She walked close to me affectionately, massaging my huge chest. This was what I needed and I couldn't stop her. She pushed me on the bed and I fell freely like a feather. Her lips on mine drove me into the world of romance, my mind finally free from worry and anger.

But my mind… my past… my reality—they all came crashing in before the word could ever leave my lips. I couldn’t say it. I didn’t deserve it. Not the life he was offering. Not the freedom. Not him. ⸻ My father’s voice echoes in my head, just like it always does. “The richer the man, the more you must give to keep him.” I used to believe that. I was raised to believe that. Love wasn’t something soft or real—it was a transaction. Power. Control. Alignment. Marriage wasn’t about happiness. It was about advantage.