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She lived a few blocks away, in a messy studio with her cat, and we grabbed lunch whenever we could. Work that morning dragged. I shelved romance novels, the kind with shirtless guys on the covers, and wondered if Mark and I would ever get that steamy. Our honeymoon in the mountains had been sweet—hiking, cuddling by the fire—but nothing wild. I wasn't complaining; I loved the quiet moments. But sometimes, flipping through those books, I felt a little spark of curiosity. What if? Anyway, by noon, I was out the door, weaving through the bustling streets to the cafe.

Love was never as beautiful as fairy tales. “After all these years,” Sandra said, smiling and approaching. She came close to the frozen Velia. “I didn't expect us to meet again.” Velia forced herself not to tremble. She held her ground as she replied. “I also didn't expect to meet you.” Sandra, who now had a few strands of white hair, seemed to evaluate Velia. Her eyes scanned Velia from top to bottom. “After meeting me...” Sandra's eyes rose and stared intently at Velia.

"You're right, Sandra. It's like he unravels layers of my soul with every touch, every stolen glance. When he brushes his fingers against my skin, it's electric, sending a jolt of anticipation coursing through my veins. I can't help but long for more." Sandra leaned back in her chair, her lips curving into a knowing smile. "Ah, the dance of desire, my dear Eve. It's a delicate balance, a symphony of heartbeats. But remember, passion is an art, and it's essential to savor each brushstroke of pleasure. Allow yourself to indulge in the intoxicating sweetness of the moment."

This Sandro is not interested. I am not in Whiltred. I am not with my father. I need to find a way now. To stay here longer until I decide on my next step. “Sandro—,” “We are done, Vincenzo,” Sandro said with finality. VINCENZO? Of all the names... My sleep-deprived brain immediately pictured the mafia lawyer from that K-drama. And I burst into laughter.

"Careful, Nina, if you keep fantasizing over Livia's man, she might kill you. You know it is one of her many talents." Sandra leaned against the doorpost with a smirk on her face. "No, let her continue. I would gladly help Livia bury her unattractive body. Besides, it's not like anyone would miss the spoiled little hothead anyway." Nina glared at her, slowly getting off the bed like a lioness stalking its prey. "You have been provoking me all day; now you're dead." Sandra dashed into the living room, trying to avoid the raging Nina. "See, you're proving my point of being a hothead."

“Ah…! I did. I was bored when I woke up so I thought of studying for a while.” “I see… Do you wish to eat anything miss…!? Tea…?” “I’m fine. I will come down for breakfast after running through this one.” “Very well. I shall wait for you in the room Miss.” “Hmm…” Sandra leaves the room. * Rubia’s Pov – This is all messed up… Nothing is going according to the novel… Fredrick is in love with me instead of Catherine and their first meeting was messed up as well. The only reason for this can be because… of my appearance in the novel.

He held up the book so I could see how much of it he had read. “You’re reading my vampire romance?” Obviously, I knew this already, but I still couldn’t believe he actually had it in his hands. I was more than a little embarrassed. “Well, yeah,” Brandon said, pulling it away from me. “Fangs of Love by Amber Rose. It’s really quite interesting. I’m doing research.” He said it in an overly romanticized voice and I could feel my face turning red. “Just give it here,” I whispered, reaching for it again. He held it just out of my reach.

“The Chateau. Any good?” “I like it. It’s about these two sisters who get trafficked working in a labor camp, and while the older sister is there, she falls in love with one of the guards…who ends up being more than a guard—and that’s as far as I’ve gotten.” He gave a slow nod. “That does sound good. You like romance?” “I read everything. I just finished Mistborn by Brandon Sanderson.” “I didn’t know you liked to read so much.” He continued to eat, but his eyes were glued to my face like he was truly enraptured by my words. He wasn’t half listening, but actually invested in what I had to say.

Her hair fell neatly over her shoulders, and the strong scent of perfume filled the room. “Good evening, Mr. Cooper,” she said flirtatiously. “My name is Sandra.” Cristian glanced at her briefly. His gaze was cold, devoid of interest. “Sit.” Sandra smiled, assuming that was merely part of the wealthy man’s aloof demeanor. She walked closer and sat on the edge of the bed with slow, deliberate movements. “I heard you like women who take initiative,” she said, crossing her legs. Cristian took a sip of his drink. “Who sent you?”

But when the phone rang, the message came through that the number was unreachable. At that moment, I froze, shocked by the result. Darcy breathed a sigh of relief, fully convinced I was a liar, and slapped me hard. Her long nails left deep scratches on my face, and the sting was unbearable. "Dare to dream, huh? You think you're going to be Mrs. Palmer? Who knows whose sugar daddy's number you're calling?" "He won't even answer your call. No wonder you're rushing to find another rich guy. Too bad for you, you've hit a dead end today."