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Now think if the two are really lovers, it's well-matched! But anyway, Uri guessed he had a dozen followers, maybe lining up all over Los Angeles. Uri was a man but also admitted that Alex was indeed very attractive, not to mention his family or talent, only by appearance also enough for others to hug him day and night. Uri stared blankly at his large, sturdy back, a strange feeling suddenly rose in his chest. He didn't know how to describe this feeling... it was a feeling of security, sobbing, longing to possess something... or it could be... stir.

" 𝑳𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒊𝒔 𝑯𝒂𝒑𝒑𝒊𝒏𝒆𝒔𝒔 ? 𝑳𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒊𝒔 𝒅𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒎 ? 𝑳𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒊𝒔 𝒘𝒂𝒓 ? 𝑾𝒉𝒂𝒕𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓 🤭

NOTE: This book is a sequel to my first book name 'Love and lies' but you guys can read this book as a stand-alone book as well because I planned to add all the main points of the first book in this one so you won't have to read the previous part all you guys have to do is to wait patiently until I reveal them one by one as per the plot requirements. Thanks. °^°^°^° Elie "Elina, My Sweetheart, where are you hiding?" Hearing his velvet voice made me drop into a pool of sweat as I gulped my saliva in fear.

" Yes?" " You're kidding me right? I can't like Hunter." " Actually yeah. You can't and you don't. All you're feeling now is pity" Pity? That's odd. " How?" " Analyze it this way, Hunter was someone who's hurt you in ways we can't even begin to mention and now a chance to save his life is in your hands" " Uhun?" " That's where your pity comes in. Your subconscious is feeling pity towards Hunter because it knows that in the end, you'd prefer Mason to saving Hunter"

Why does seeing his name still do something to me? I open the file anyway, forcing myself to focus. Building elevation. Structural detailing. Material selections. Normal things. Things that should matter more than flowers and annoying billionaires. I manage exactly seven minutes before my eyes drift back to the peonies. Soft blush and white petals spill elegantly from the crystal vase, glowing beneath the sunlight pouring through my office windows. Beautiful. Deliberate. Calculated. The man sends flowers like he’s staging a romance movie. Ridiculous.

"Not like this. Not... not with you. I don't love you. And I won't... I won't give this to a man who only sees me as a tool." A predatory smirk spread across his face, "Don't love me?" he said, And then, without breaking eye contact, he drove his fingers deep inside me, not gently this time, but with a sudden, hard thrust that made me cry out. He began to move very fast rhythmically, each stroke sending waves of intense pleasure and pain through me. He leaned down, his lips brushing my ear again, "Isn't this what you want, Emily? You are mine. Don't you get it?" The words were sharp, cutting through the pleasure, reminding me of my powerlessness.

Seeing his pathetic state, Brian handed over the last thing I had left behind. Reynold eagerly opened the thin envelope and pulled out the papers inside. They were the medical records of my four previous miscarriages. The moment Reynold understood what he was reading, his vision suddenly went black, and he fainted. When he woke up, prison awaited him. The day before his incarceration, I received a large sum of money from him along with a letter. His words overflowed with regret, and in emotional passages, tear stains had smeared the ink. But none of it mattered anymore. I had already begun my new life, and I wouldn't waste another thought on him.

Finally, he asked me “WHY DID YOU LIE ABOUT YOURSELF? WHY THERE WAS A NEED TO LIE, EVEN TO ME? WHAT WAS MY MISTAKE? WHY DO YOU LEAVE ME LIKE THIS? DID YOU EVER LOVE ME? WHAT THE HELL HAPPENED TO YOU?” I could feel his voice getting hoaxed in the end and his eyes swelled up with water.

Solomon pleaded. "Give me a second," Karavaev said, and I could hear him move around. "That book was here." I heard him flip some pages through the phone. Solomon and I waited patiently in the line. The flipping stopped after some time. "Ahh ahh!" I heard Karavaev say. "Here it is." "What is it?" Solomon asked. "The cure is the blood of the hybrid," Karavaev replied. "Thank you so much, Karavaev," he appreciated and hung up.

F O R E L S K E T (Norwegian) (n.) the euphoria you experience when you're first falling in love. "Drink this." Eunae's face instantly fell upon seeing the drinking glass filled with the liquid she hated the most. "No, I'm not drinking that disgusting thing," she outright refused, shaking her head in utter disapproval. "Little sunset, you have to. You and the little rainbows need this," Stephen coaxed with the gentlest tone she had ever heard him.