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I watch intently with my brows raised as he removes a sizable oil painting from its place on the wall, unveiling a hidden safe that had been seamlessly integrated into the structure. I pivot on my heel and survey the colossal collection of books that had escaped my memory until now. The tips of my fingers delicately graze the uppermost edges of the book spines as my eyes glide over the titles. My fingers hover over one book in particular. It's a book that is very improper in Alessandros’ collection. This book is a historical romance novel written by Sylvia Day. One of Roses’ all-time favourite authors. Curiosity gets the better of me and I start to slide the book out, “come here, tesoro.” I

North’s POV Maybe because before Fabio, my romantic history barely existed outside of crushes, fantasies, and awkward almost relationships that never became real. I had never truly dated anyone before him. A complete virgin. Completely inexperienced. And somehow the first man I genuinely fell for turned out to be the devil wearing a tailored suit. Like every manipulative person on this earth, Fabio started off perfect. Painfully perfect. He remembered tiny details about me after one conversation. He sent food to my apartment during late study nights. Bought flowers for my mother after hearing she liked orchids. Called me beautiful in ways that made my chest ache.

Isabella ―But before he takes her with him, do you have all your documents with you?" the woman asked. I nodded and took them out of my portfolio-style bag, handing them to her. As she reviewed them, I looked around the place. Ever since I entered through the elevator doors, the atmosphere felt cold. I could still feel it beneath my suit jacket. “Were they trying to keep it warm?” I thought sarcastically. It was fall, but it felt like a minimalist freezer decked out with quirky paintings.

"What do I need to do, sir?" His expression grew even darker. "Are you in for this bet?" "I'll leave it to your discretion," I answered. That response seemed to infuriate him. I could see his grip on his wine glass tighten, his knuckles turning white. "Fine, let's bet." The cards were dealt, and the game was on. I did not get the rules of the game, but the vibe? That I could read like an open book. Everyone was as still as statues, barely breathing.

Nah, he doesn't look more than four. Did Louisa move on immediately he left New York for Australia five years ago? Is she that cold-hearted? it can't be. Although it turned out to be based on deceit, their love was intense and very reciprocal while it lasted. He had never seen anyone love as hard as she did. So, the possibility of her getting into another romantic affair immediately after him is low. Kingsley steps into the back seat of his silver Lamborghini, releasing the top button of his tuxedo for comfort. Hardy closes the door after him and then turns around to put the car in motion.

She instinctively glanced at Jeremy. He frowned. "Sabrina, don't be sarcastic." Seeing that I did not respond, Everly dropped the pretense entirely. She tilted her head, her face innocent. "These past few years, it's all thanks to your support, Sabrina, that I get to wear such nice clothes. But I should thank Jeremy, too. He said this color makes my skin look fair and...makes me look especially youthful." She emphasized the word 'youthful,' and her gaze was openly provocative.

Fabi shook his head slowly, his expression softening completely, filled with nothing but absolute adoration. “No, never. You are never ugly to me. You are beautiful—every version of you. The smiling you, the strong you, the worried you… and yes, even the crying you. I love you exactly as you are, always.” He leaned forward and pressed a gentle, lingering kiss to her forehead, his lips warm and steady against her skin. “I heard… I heard you filed charges against Noah,” Fabi said quietly after a moment, his tone shifting just a little—still soft, but carrying a weight Selin could not yet name.

He was back, and he was livid that I was still there. Fabio, already leaning heavily against the doorframe, didn't bother with Rino. His eyes went straight to me. He dragged his gaze from my face down the length of the blue dress. "Well, look who's all cleaned up," Fabio drawled, pushing off the doorframe and staggering closer. Gerardo snickered behind him. "Fucking hell," Gerardo said, "She looks... presentable. All ready for her big send-off." Fabio reached the bed and placed a hand on the mattress beside my leg. I flinched violently, trying to pull my knee up toward my chest despite the searing pain in my ribs.

The air in the room suddenly felt humid, and entirely too close. Maria was setting a plate piled high with scrambled eggs and bacon in front of him. She nodded politely to me. “Good morning, Miss Tiana. Coffee?” “Yes, please, Maria. Thank you,” I managed, my voice sounding strained. I still hadn't moved. At the sound of my voice, Fabio lowered the paper, folding it with deliberate slowness. He turned his head and then swiveled his entire torso, his broad chest fully presented to me. My breath hitched. His chest was covered in a light, dusting of dark hair that arrowed down toward the waistband of his shorts. He had a scar, faint but noticeable, just above his left ribcage.

While holding her in place,He nibbled on her neck,biting down enough pressure to sting a little bit. She tasted like fucking heaven. “Don’t move.”He growled,letting go of her. She nodded. Lorenzo ran his hands over her soft skin,tensing when she let out a sexy as fuck moan. “You’re mine,Fabiola.No one else can have you.”He nibbled on the bare skin at the base of her neck. Lucien can’t have her!