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She heard Irene scream in excitement, "what the hell are you guys doing?" "Oh, oh," Tasha and Irene turned to face her, "This is so good, Elle!" Irene ran to her and hugged her, "This is awesome!" "what are you talking about?" She frowned. "The book, who said you can't write romance? This book is so good! I can't even explain it in words," Irene squealed. "You liked it?" Elle smiled at her. "I loved it!" "I didn't know you could write a romance novel," Tasha blinked in surprise. "Dude, it's like you've poured your heart out," Tasha couldn't believe her eyes.

They were together all the time in the past month, except when they were at work. The media had caught pictures of them entering and leaving their home more than once. They were even given the nickname of 'Siamese Husband and Wife' by the media from how glued at the hip they were. Sadie had experienced true love with Blake. She used to think she had felt true love for Chad, but she realized it was not truly love after she got with Blake. Sadie was smiling when she walked out of the elevator. However, before she could reach her parking space, someone struck her behind the head with a club.

“Sophia loves reading novels—romance novels—but just like what I said, she is actually dense and almost oblivious with the men around her. It would seem that she is more fixated with the idea of what she reads rather than real men, but, of course, I can’t say that she has not had a real boyfriend ever…”

I watched her for I don't know how long, minutes or maybe longer. My heart was pounding so hard I was scared it might wake her up. The words were right there again, sitting on my tongue. I love you. Just three words and that was all. Three words that should have been easy. But every time I opened my mouth, something closed in my throat. I could feel the familiar fear of letting someone in creep in again. I always believed loving someone meant giving them the power to destroy you, at least that was what I learnt from my parents relationship.

If he wants that I read this book then no problem I will do it. After spending my precious ten minutes I realized that this a romantic novel on Ceo and his secretary now why on earth he wanted me to read something like this. I threw the book on the desk as he leans back in his chair in order to give me a full look at his face. An expressionless face.

It's either history, military, or supernatural romances. I've never understood why so many people preferred such kinds of novels and genres all that much. Though, I meant that for the latter part. They're basically the same every single time. An average lady meets one sexy, handsome, extraordinary man, or two hot males battle over her, and there's usually some ridiculous drama that brings her further and deeper together with the men, and then she has to choose the obvious decision. Everyone had predicted her decision since the very beginning of the chapter. "And they're usually sequels or fantasy epics," I mumbled to myself.

It was a kiss that held within it a lifetime of love, passion, and shared experiences. In that moment, their souls merged, becoming one with the magic that surrounded them. Their love, a testament to the transformative power of connection, would forever be etched in the annals of Eldoria. Their story would be passed down through generations, a reminder that true love knows no boundaries and that the pursuit of love is a journey worth embarking on.

Something inside me shattered and settled all at once. And then he kissed me. Not like a Dom. Not like a boss. But like a man falling. His thrusts became slower. Deeper. More tender. Like worship. I came first—exploding around him with a scream, clenching so hard it dragged a guttural curse from his lips. Then he came, hard and deep, holding me tightly, shaking against me as his release emptied into my body. We stayed tangled, panting, soaked with sweat and lust and something that felt dangerously like love.

She leaned in, pressing her lips against Agatha's in a slow, deeply passionate kiss that tasted of absolute peace, secure boundaries, and a love that had defied every single rule to survive. The storm was completely over. Their scripts were finally written in their own ink, and their real-life fairytale was officially forever.

She looks so fragile in that moment. So this is what he likes? My eyes snap to hers. The look in her eyes says otherwise. Love? “I’m not sure you’re capable of that, Sharon,” I say. “You only know how to love yourself.” Silence settles between us. Cold. Final. “We’re over,” I say, pulling the ring off my finger and throwing it at him. I pick up my purse. My luggage. And walk toward the door. “You’re unlovable, Anastasia,” Tristian says behind me. “Men don’t like women like you.”