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with fire in her vein she ransacked through their closet and brought out the big pink book Manuel made for her during their one year anniversary. "Yoy can't say you Don't love me anymore and wanted to breakup with me back then when you wrote all thses to me in our one year" she flipped the book and opened the back revealing pictures of their happy and smiling moments where his love letters were also kept, " Manuel you can't say you don't love me when you wrote all these because I will never believe you" she pushed the book towards him. "Iam not sure I ever really loved you" Daphne tried to gasp for air but there was none, the book fell off he hand.

I asked "Because the human heart always fall in love, no matter how hard your heart it, someone will definitely emerge to soften it up one day and when that happens to you, I am gonna remind you that I told you so." "Trust me, it won't happen to me, I've spent my years ignoring girls and focusing on my ambition and it will continue that way" I said. "Let's make a bet then, if you ever fall in love with a girl, you owe me a trip any country of my choice." "And if I don't?" I asked. "I'll take you shopping?" "No you'll also sponsor my trip to any country of my choice" I said "Deal" she said. "You should start saving up money to take me on a trip" I said and she scoffed.

I couldn't remember anything, not even my name, but his name coming out of my mouth like a mantra. He leaned down and captured my lips in a searing kiss, spreading more tingling sensations all over my body. He grunted through the kiss and I clawed on his back for purchase. Every thrust hit deep, or he could be hitting my womb. The thrust was punishing, and bruising, and I liked it. I loved it. "Ah! Yes!!! Yes!!!" And now, I'm leaving it up to your wild imagination to continue. (Peace!)

Adrian held me hoisted against his chest, his mouth sliding down my jawline to press a hard, burning bite over my pulse point. My head tilted back against his shoulder, my hands trembling against his back as a soft, helpless whimper escaped my throat. He licked over the skin instantly, his breath scorching my ear before his mouth surged back to claim mine once more. “Mine,” Adrian growled into my mouth, his fingers digging into my hips, holding me tight against his body. “Yours,” I panted against his lips, my left hand coming up between us. The heavy silver championship ring on my finger caught the white light of a hundred camera flashes, glinting clear and bright for the whole world to see.

"Samuel? Who's that?" The ghost bride looked completely confused. "If you say you're my husband, then tell me… Do you even know my name?" I watched as her fingernails slowly grew longer, sharpening into blade-like claws. My heart jumped into my throat, afraid she would swipe at me any second. "Ximena. Your name is Ximena!" The ghost bride slowly retracted her claws, a thoughtful look crossing her face. "Well… it seems we really do know each other."

And just like that, I lost April. At sixteen, I became everything I wasn’t ready to be—a mother, a provider, and a protector. That baby… she became my whole world. The only piece of my sister I had left. I named her after my sister, April, because it meant grace, and I needed something in our lives to mean that. I raised her the only way I knew how—figuring things out as I went, making mistakes, surviving on instincts and desperation. And somehow, despite everything, she grew. She laughed. She lived.

I did not reply to Jeremy Steward's message. I just stared at that photo. I knew the car interior all too well. After all, it was the promotional gift I had given him. Hanging from the glove compartment on the passenger side was the safety charm I had woven by hand. I tapped into that unfamiliar account again and opened her playlist. The pinned playlist was titled 'A Love That Came Late.' Its description read, 'You are the joy that came too late and the one I'll love for the rest of my life.'

********** Damian swirls the dark vintage in his goblet, watching the red liquid cling to the crystal before taking a slow, deliberate sip. The taste is heavy on his tongue, rich and bitter, much like the current state of his affairs. His mind, however, is far from the paperwork scattered across his mahogany desk. It is fixated on the new arrival—the gift from Alpha Kael. Aiden. The omega is a rarity, a specimen of such delicate, refined beauty that Damian has seen few like him in his years. He has fucked countless omegas, bent them over every surface in this palace, but this one is different. There is a glint in Aiden’s eyes, a calculated reserve that screams of cunning. He is playing hard

“Just like that… relax, baby.” The pet name made my cheeks burn even hotter. I whimpered softly as he tilted his head and deepened the kiss a little more, his lips parting mine. I felt the warm, wet slide of his tongue gently tracing my lower lip, asking for entrance. My breath hitched. I hesitated for a second before shyly parting my lips, letting him in.

she had tears in her eyes, "I need you to marry me and you would." "What if I say No?" She said, "You have no choice." I looked up at Zachary, "Give her the annexure." To be continued….. The journey from hatred to love. They have a long journey to pass. If you like this book. Please add this to your libraries. Tune in for more updates Till the next time With love Purva Narang (Your Author)