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The next time I heard Ryan's name was six months later. My best friend told me, "Ryan's getting remarried." I froze for a second. Before I could say anything, she kept going. "And his second wife? Definitely not Katie. It's some rich socialite his mother picked out. That old witch never approved of you. There's no way she was ever going to accept someone like Katie—all boobs and no brains.

It is the voice of a woman who didn't spend last night in a hotel room crying into pillows she couldn't afford. I stand. Check the mirror one last time. The socialite. The fiancée. The perfect partner for Gabriel Hunt. All costume. All lies. I unlock the door. Per Se. Time Warner Center. Eighth floor overlooking Central Park. It is arguably the most romantic restaurant in Manhattan. Three Michelin stars. A six-month waiting list that money can usually bypass. The perfect place to sell a fairy tale. Gabriel exits the car first. He offers his hand to help me out, the gesture practiced and fluid.

"Whatever happened to love each other first then... then doing the deed after. Is everyone after physical contact only these days? What about getting to know each other first? Chivalry? Romantic date?" I sighed and stopped spinning, facing my laptop and visiting a bookstore's site to see what books sell. Ah, of course, my book wouldn't be in the top 10, and I didn't hope so; what's staring back at me is the top 10 best-selling books for the week, where five of ten are Erotic Romance books. "And I thought my company wouldn't be like other companies who are after profit; I was wrong. Then again, business is business."

By the seventh day, Grant decided to spend the day with Isabella and was currently sitting in one of the armchairs within the room, his laptop sitting on the coffee table in front of him as Isabella showered before dressing in her warm and comfy clothes like she had done the past few times. Currently reading a romance novel she had found called, “Our Forbidden Love” she instantly became hooked in a world filled with love and passion as well excitement. Occasionally glancing over to Grant as she read, his eyes always watching her as he did. A warm yet comfortable silence hung around the room as both carried on with what they were doing only to stop long enough to enjoy their lunch, which was

He was not wearing his suit, but just nice black jeans and a black shirt with an adjacent jacket. Dangerously handsome! I whispered and immediately looked away. "Here to surprise me, aren't you?" A husky voice came from behind me, the damn voice that had a slight ascent to it. To be continued… Finally, many things happened? And a gripping start of their love story, stubborn hearts, insane love, and possessiveness altogether a RUTHLESS ROMANCE They have started analyzing their feelings but this stubbornness, I tell you. How is Scarlett going to be as a famous Fashion Designer as said by Eric?

I leaned in a fraction of an inch, a teasing glint in my eyes, "I prefer classic literature. Russian realism, psychological thrillers. Dostoyevsky, Fitzgerald, Hemingway. I like substance." "Substance?!" Ruby mocked, completely offended. "Are you implying my romance novels don't have substance? Excuse you, but enemies-to-lovers tropes require intense psychological maneuvering! The angst! The tension! It's art, Alexander. Your little Russian thrillers have nothing on a slow-burn romance."

The trap of youthful romance that made her believe that all promises could come true. Unfortunately, they could not. Fate had many ways to speak. It silenced all desires and hopes in a thousand languages. “Luc.” A haze covered Velia's vision, obscuring the bitter reality she had once tasted. Lucas exchanged it. He replaced the bitterness with something akin to honey. Sweet and addictive. In the form of their lips meeting again. Lucas's dominance took shape. Through his firm touch and enticing darkness. He captured Velia's femininity in submission. More than just helplessness. The fortress Velia had built in seven years seemed useless when faced with Lucas.

They sat together, talking about old times, playfully jabbing at one another just like they did before it got so complicated. Jade lolled back in her chair, tips of her fingers tapping off the side of the coffee table. "So," she said, the sparkle of mischief considerably more apparent in her eyes. "Speaking of complicated things, does anybody else have a love life these days?" Jayla raised an eyebrow and gave her a pointed look. "You're the one who just got back from a date. Shouldn't you be answering that question? Jade giggled; a light flush washed up her cheeks. "Alright, alright, I admit it: Brock's been kinda great. He's sweet and attentive, and I don't know, it just feels like we're on

The numbers kept climbing. The kiss. Our kiss. It was everywhere. The Headline were still rolling out and it was crazy. The media had gone absolutely feral. “Fallon Callahan and Reid Callahan’s Sizzling Chemistry Steals the Spotlight!” “Inside the Billionaire Romance Everyone’s Obsessed With.” “When Business Meets Passion: Reid and Fallon’s Love Story Takes Center Stage.” I swallowed hard, my thumb freezing as I scrolled through picture after picture.

Just picked up a pillow and blanket and tossed them onto the oversized chaise by the window. The next morning, Paris greeted them with sun and scandal. Cassian handed her a croissant and his phone. On the screen: photos of them at the gala, lips barely touching, hands too familiar. Headlines followed: Cassian Wolfe’s Mystery Fiancée Unmasked. Eden Blake: From Deliveries to Diamonds. Sleeping with the CEO? Or Just Playing the Part? Eden stared at the screen. “They’re calling me a gold digger.” “They call everyone that,” Cassian said flatly. “Ignore them.”