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“But perhaps he’s the type who’d rather be married to a woman that other men wouldn’t try to steal away.” “Or perhaps I bring both beauty and brains to the table,” I quickly said before I could stop myself, lifting my chin. “You might not know this since you two never had a deeper relationship, but Nicholas actually prefers a nuanced woman when it comes to true love. Not a one-dimensional Barbie.” The brunette’s mouth opened slightly, as though she wasn’t sure what to say to that. Taking advantage of her stunned silence, I grabbed my drink from the bartender and offered them both a curt nod. “Enjoy the rest of your evening, ladies.”

Clara, you are the only beautiful girl I have ever seen in my entire life, you are my life, you are the only beautiful thing that have ever happens to me, you mean the whole world to me ever since you came into my life, if I known before I married Iris, I will have choose you over and over again…Nicholas said Thank you for giving me a child. If not the mistake I have made with Iris, I would have sent her away for all I care…he said.

Spark was pushed off the eighth floor and died on the spot while his boyfriend, a hunky guy, killed himself with poison. “Spark is dead?! And he was gay?” Back at Assex Villa, Claire Assex let out a surprised yelp as she saw the news on television. Painting her toe, she accidentally smudged some of the nail polish on her nose. Only recently, she had actually wanted Dorothy to marry Spark. “Oh my gosh! Thank the heavens I did not have Dorothy marry Spark! Otherwise…” She kept patting her chest, trying to calm herself down while Beatrice opened her eyes wide in disbelief.

, Ashton said. I ignored them and went to check for an interesting book that I could purchase. Jack and Ashton kept on talking and laughing but I didn’t pay them any attention. Jack was funny and I liked that about him. I found a book that seemed nice and pulse-racing, Blood Brothers by Nora Roberts.

Or, it's from the very beginning, the Night she first saw him? Scarlett couldn’t find a proper answer even after searching desperately. His breath was close to her, making hers shallow. The scent of dark chocolate and mint was irresistible. Nicholas was nothing better either. She was a pure torture to his sanity. The one that he wanted to deny yet couldn't and drowned more. He wanted to dive into the depths of those rare eyes and lose himself in her intoxicating odour. He turned her to him, facing each other, Nicholas joined their forehead, "You're too beautiful to resist... A pleasure to the eyes, yet so powerful. Just like the Phoenix. A Phoenix I never want to let burn again."

So, he just kept listening, especially because Nicholas was nervous and speaking quickly, not looking for answers. "How could I have deserved it? How, when all I ever did was love Sophie? All I ever did was think about her, about us, about our life together?" Nicholas felt like crying, so he took a sip of water before continuing, a bit calmer. "Does she really think it's so wrong that I chose not to go to a place where I would just be her husband, sponsored by her father, with no prospects, with..."

I've encountered supernaturals who view such tales as frivolous wastes of time. A sinking feeling tells me Nickolas may be among them. He looks up, his gaze piercing. "I won't say it's a waste of time, but I believe nothing is truly gained by reading such...fluff." Anger surges through me like a flashfire. "What do you mean nothing is gained?" I demand hotly. "I'll have you know I've learned a great deal from romance books." Nickolas huffs out a skeptical breath. \

Having already conveyed what he wanted to say, the assistant did not finish his sentence. Nicholas just stared at the newest contact number on his phone, and he said nonchalantly, “I’ve had far too many things ruin my mood lately. There’s no reason for me to refuse entertainment delivered to my doorstep.” Everyone knew that Dillon Blakewell was a womanizer and often changed his girlfriends. However, only a handful of people knew that Nicholas was an even more perverse man and had plenty of ways to toy with women. That was because no one ever talked about it.

Nathalie paused, bit her lip, and then said, "You were so arrogant and cold." Nicholas cleared his throat. He ran his fingers through his dark hair and replied, "I don't like the girls in college. They approached me with a purpose after they found out I was a Grand. They were selfish and noisy. I had a bad experience with them and being cold was just my spontaneous defense." "No wonder," muttered Nathalie. "I understand your reasons." "But, I think you're different," said Nicholas. "You're a rebel." Hearing Nicholas's description, Nathalie couldn't help laughing, this was the first time she had laughed heartily in months.