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⚠️⚠️ Author Note ⚠️⚠️ Hello everyone. This is the last chapter of The Lovable daughter. I would like to thank all of you for the amazing support and the amazing reviews. Don’t forget to follow me on Instagram. The Heir Mafia boss is already ongoing. It is the third book of The shark mafia boss. It is Gabriel’s story. Amelia is still a secondary character in that book. I hope you enjoyed The Lovable daughter as much as I enjoyed writing it.

I especially adore the delicacy with which Johnathan takes care of Annika. Are coincidences really shaped so beautifully? Just like the gentleness of the wind as life passes by, do people really remain good even after the sun goes down? Maybe, I was thinking too deep into the novel, but I do understand her fondness into being alone due to the trauma, away from everyone; except that one person.

I grab the book off the shelf and drop to the floor, right there in the aisle. My fingers tremble as I flip to the end. I already know what happens, but I can’t stop myself. Luke Thorne, the immortal hockey star. The one man who ever loved like he meant it. And the heroine fails him. I stare at the final panel, my tears dripping onto the page. “She let him die,” I whisper. My throat closes. “She let him die alone.” I press the book to my chest and sob, rocking back and forth like a child.

∞∞∞ The End THE END OF WILD PLEASURE❤️ Thank you for reading and supporting this novel! If you enjoyed this erotic journey, don’t miss my next book, LOST IN LUST. It's a novella filled with more blissful, steamy tales. Sit back, relax, and dive in. THANK YOU AGAIN! ️

Dear Reader, Little did I know, as I sat down to write the first chapter of this book, what an incredible journey we would take together. What began as a tiny spark of a thought in my brain has turned into a living, breathing story filled with high stakes, fierce devotion, electric passion and characters that feel as real to me as old friends. Writing for you on GoodNovel has been one of the most satisfying experiences of my creative life. Every comment you leave, every coin or gem you spent to unlock a chapter, every vote you cast for this story, all fuel my imagination. It’s the energy I need to keep writing these worlds for you, when I log in and see your reactions to a sudden plot twist,

- Authors note: Sorry it's me again. I just wanted to say thank you for choosing to read my novel, as you can already tell I am just an amateur writer, but I am passionate about reading and love the idea of bringing my own stories to life, so thank you so much for supporting me and I apologize for any grammar mistakes, I know they can be annoying! xx -Laila's POV

Dreamy and Pure. I wondered how much of it would survive the night. As soon as we stepped inside, heads turned. Murmurs followed and eyes narrowed. And I loved it. I smiled sweetly, leaning into Shane and whispering, “Let’s cause a little envy, shall we?” He kissed my cheek. “Already am.” he muttered. I didn’t even pretend to play coy when we found Isabella near the fountain centerpiece, glowing in a lavender gown that floated around her like petals. “Lovia!” she beamed. “Oh my God—you look incredible.”

“Um ok, you really are amazing.” “I am, it’s part of the charm.” “Favourite author then?” “V.E. Schwab her fantasy writing is fucking out of this world amazing.” “Addie LaRue was spectacular.” “Yes it was, ok who’s your favourite author?” I ask then. “Colleen Hoover, she has me crying for days. Ugly Love had me staring at the wall at 3am. November 9 had me in tears and Verity I was just so fucking shocked by that book I didn’t know what to do.”

Raquel's POV Where do writers get their inspiration? This is the most common question I have been asked for years. I am Raquel Peterson, one of the bestselling authors of romance novels. I am not in a relationship with anyone so people are puzzled where I get my inspirations. I had my first book published when I was twenty and since then I have twelve more books published. I may have found what the readers love and I was able to create a fantasy that they all fall for. My books weren’t merely on paper but were made into movies and TV series.

I called out before slipping into the car. When I finally made it home, I snuck into my room and took a quick shower. Exhausted as I was, I still couldn’t fall asleep. I couldn’t shake his image from my mind. I couldn’t get the smell of him out of my nose. I couldn’t fight the urge to feel him. For the first time in a long time I touched myself. I let my hands become Kalil’s hands, his fingers slipping through my folds and pinching my clit. I loved the way they felt against my skin. Gently pinching my nipples. Slowly caressing my thighs. Slipping two fingers inside of me. My back arched as I moaned and welcomed his touch, yearned for it. I erupted quickly. My body convulsed and I bit my bot