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In this case, he could only hold himself back and give her time to accept him slowly. They laid down on the bed, and he asked, "Do you girls like to read domineering CEO related novels?" "They're alright. I prefer reading ancient romance novels," Wrenna said. "Some of those domineering CEO romance novel titles are related to spoiling the girl, but in fact, they turn out to be heart-tormenting. I don't like to read those types of stories." Charles thought to himself, "Ancient romance novels? What the hell is that?"

I asked in hesitation. “I don’t think so.” She frowned, crossing her arms over her chest. “Don’t meddle, baby. Let them fix their own issue. As long as it doesn’t get physical, we’ll stay out of it.” “What’s more physical than boning another man?” I laughed in silence, but she was already glaring at me. “I mean. Sorry, baby, but maybe Olive is into bad boys or a savior-hero type. The fact that she reads romance novels with mafia characters, I think she’s looking for spicy—”

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His warm hands on my face and his closeness set my body ablaze with my feelings for him, coupled with the soft words he was uttering. “Sandy,” he said softly and rubbed my cheekbones with his thumb. “I… After understanding what my heart is feeling… Sandy… I…” My heart hammered faster every second. Blood rushed through my body at a speed that my head started to get light. I was anxious to hear what he had to say. A part of me dreaded separation and the other part of me remained positive. “I know I’m the worst at romance, but this is me pouring my heart out.” He gulped. “Sandy… I… I love you.”

As I stepped inside, the familiar scents of herbs and garlic enveloped me, instantly making me feel at ease. I scanned the room, searching for the person who sent the message. My heart raced as I spotted a woman sitting at a table in the corner. Her back was to me, but there was something about her posture that felt unsettlingly familiar. I approached cautiously, unsure of what to expect. As I got closer, she turned to face me, and my breath caught in my throat. It was her—the woman from the article that had circulated a while back. Leo’s first love. The image flashed in my mind: the glossy magazine cover showcasing her radiant smile, paired with a headline about her connection to Leo. I had

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14 ANYA The atmosphere in the dimly lit room thickened, an intoxicating blend of anticipation and desire. The air hummed with unspoken promises as I stood before him, the cold bite of the handcuffs a constant reminder of my submission. My pulse quickened, every nerve ending alive with the thrill of the unknown. The Watcher stepped away for a moment, and I felt a rush of longing as he disappeared into the shadows. When he returned, he held a sleek candle in his hands, the wax glistening ominously under the low light. The flickering flame danced atop it, casting a warm glow that illuminated the darkness surrounding us.

Things had been put in place and in a few years’ time, when Gian took over, he would be free to enjoy his life and live as a normal man, on his rose farm. Lorenzo thought of his home in Chicago, deep in the middle of nowhere, a mansion surrounded by nothing but woods and roses. He missed it, his other home. New York was the thoroughbred of life, the blood veins of businesses, but Chicago was where he felt the most at peace.

Indeed, it was one of those girly romance novels. She exclaimed, "Grandma, you're actually reading a romance novel?" "What's wrong with that? Just because I'm old, I can't read romance novels anymore?" Rebecca's tone was serious, but she didn't actually seem angry. "Can only young people like you read them? Do you look down on me, an old woman?" Though Rebecca sounded stern, she wasn't genuinely upset. "Oh, Grandma, that's not what I meant at all," Rosalie reassured her quickly. "I didn't expect you to still have such a youthful heart. That's wonderful! You're my favorite kind of grandma."