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He asked furiously. "I am not saying I don't want to get married. I will marry once I turned to the marriageable age which is after 5 or 6 years." I said calmly. "So you are saying you will get married after 30?" He asked. I nodded at him. "Have you lost your mind Sebastian. If you get married that time then when will you start working as a king. I don't have lifetime age to wait for you to say to me that ' I am ready now' which I think that day will never come if I let this proposal go." He yelled panting heavily. He then paused for a second and continued.

"I know what I am saying. I have done horrible things, very gruesome things. I am nothing like you, and that's the more reason I need you. My world is so dark and cold. You are that tiny ray of light that is illuminating it." Marco's eyes burned with intensity, his gaze piercing through me. "You proved me wrong, Emilia ." I swallowed hard, my heart racing. "W-what did I do?" I stammered. Marco's smile was devastatingly handsome. "I never believed I could fall in love, but you totally proved me wrong." My breathing hitched, my knees weakening. Marco's lips crashed onto mine, sending shivers down my spine. Time froze as our lips locked, the world around us melting away.

How could he dictate my life according to his whim? "It's ok if you don't want to read it because any way you are going to sign it. I just want to make a few things clear." He leaned forward, tented his fingers under his chin, and fixed his gaze on me with penetrating intensity. "First and most important thing, you are not allowed to fall in love with me, and even if you did that, it would be your mistake. I won't be responsible for your heartbreak because I can never love you. Imbibe this rule in bold letters.

Hope Life is bitter sweet it has a way of breaking you and blessing you at the same time. My life was my blessing i guess i should be thankful but the rage sitting in the pit of my stomach makes it hard to be greatful for anything even getting to live. After being waved off by her highness regina, maria hurried us along to the servants quarters. Turning down several lavash hallways we reach a worn brown wooden door that leads down a dingy set of stairs to our new living quarters. As we decend the stairs she starts rambaling on about what is expected of us. " Do not speak unless spoken to" always be properly dressed" when adressed eyes to the floor" "scrub the floors, polish the silver, serve

Can date others, but make sure it's far away and in a secluded place. Don't meddle in each other's lives. Jealousy is not allowed. No sex. Falling in love with each other is strictly prohibited. Those are just some of the terms and conditions Can date others, but make sure it's far away and in a secluded place. Don't meddle in each other's lives. Jealousy is not allowed. No sex. Falling in love with each other is strictly prohibited.

His baby belongs to him alone and no other man has the right to touch her. He slowly traced his fingers through her pale face. He can't believe that each passing day he's falling more and more in love with her instead of trying to stop himself from loving her deeply. He just doesn't know how he would get rid of the feelings he has for her when he's being this way. He gently kisses her forehead before leaving the bed. He's somehow happy that Amira's crush is a gay and also angry that the stupid guy put her in harm's way. Actually, there's no need for him to be happy because even though Kyle is a gay that doesn't mean he will have Amira. What he should focus on is how he should get rid of the

One of the attendants gestures towards the black Maserati that pulls up and I eye it briefly in appreciation before turning back to him. “I know what it’s like to fall in love with someone you shouldn’t,” he continues. “While our situations are different, they are similar in that we both had something to lose. There are no fraternization policies in place for a reason and I broke all of them and some that didn’t exist before that certainly do now.” He chuckles. “Get in front of it before you get caught. It’s much easier, I promise.” “I don’t think—” “Don’t even say you’re not in love with her.” He gives me a look. “It’s written all over your face.” He moves toward his car. “Hers too for that

‘You can’t seriously believe they’re in love with each other? ‘Maybe they’re in lust.’ I immediately wished I hadn’t mentioned that particular L word. I could feel my cheeks blooming with heat, as if by the very mention of the erotic word I had allowed something forbidden into the room. Something forbidden and dangerously tempting. Something that threatened to get out of control like a lit match to dryTinder. I could almost hear it crackling in the silence like tiny flames gathering energy to start an inferno.

"Don't. Don't speak his name." He leaned closer, his gaze intense. Elara's breath hitched as their eyes locked. The air in the room crackled, a silent symphony of unspoken desires. The weight of their forbidden love, and the raw, undeniable attraction between them hung heavy in the air. All it would take was a touch, a word, a single breath to ignite the inferno that simmered beneath the surface.

"Come on, drink it. It's sweet." I greedily gulp down the deliciously warm—not hot, just warm—tea and smile gratefully. But the blue eyes look at me with pity over the mask, and I want to cry. "You shouldn't feel sorry for me because if you feel sorry for me, you won't be able to love me. I'm going to marry him." "No, no, you need—"