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she exclaimed. I had told Cordelia I would marry Gideon and that he had also secretly loved me for a decade. When she heard this, the first thing that came to her mind was the second male love interest in the romance novels she had read. In those novels, such characters usually fell in love at first sight when they were young. Because of this, they would secretly watch over the female protagonist for years and always place her needs first. Then, once she had divorced her husband, these characters would immediately and unconditionally appear at her side. They would love the female protagonist with unwavering devotion.

Some stories are written in blood. Some are written in fire. And some… are written in love. Emilia Romano walked through the shadows of a world built on power, betrayal, and violence, and she emerged not broken, but forged. She claimed her crown in war, in survival, and in love. She did not bend to fear, she did not kneel to expectation, and she did not surrender to the whispers of weakness. Lucien Moretti, the man who had been a storm in her life, became her anchor. Together, they forged a bond that was more than passion, more than loyalty, it was fire and steel, tempered in trials, battles, and unspoken desire.

He picked that novel immediately despite the yellowish pages of it. The truth is Helios was the one who placed that novel there. He likes that novel that he also loves to re-read it because of it's tragic ending. The novel was focused by a wealthy woman who fell in love with a man who has a family already. It was written in the novel how they both fought for their love for each other that ends up to their own dead. Yes, they died because the man's wife also fought for her rights and Helios can't really see anything wrong with that.

All she knew was that she wanted to be close to Steve, to feel his touch, to be enveloped in his embrace. "I don't care about the danger," she said. "I just want to be with you." Steve looked at her, his eyes searching hers. "Are you sure about this?" he asked.Celess nodded. "I'm sure." And with that, Steve leaned in to kiss her once again, his hands roaming over her body with a desperate hunger. Celess felt herself giving in to the passion, losing herself in the embrace of the dangerous and alluring man before her. But even as she lost herself in the moment, she knew that there was something different about Steve. Something that made him more than just a man. And she couldn't shake off the

25 March 1820 Rome, Italy Jacob was lounging on a chair and Mrs. Valentina Lombardi, the most sought after courtesan in Rome was sprawled on his lap, her lush body pressed to his as she tried to coax a reaction out of him. He knew all the other men watching him envied him. But for the life of him, he couldn't muster any enthusiasm for the act. Instead of finding her perfume enticing, he found it cloying. The smoke from the cigars made him feel suffocated.

I woke up with a sound of alar...just kidding. We are not doing this. I'm not starring inside a cliché novel. In fact, I'm not even the heroine of this story! Who is the heroine, you might ask? A beautiful creature named Jessica. Pure, lovely Jessica. With her long brown tresses, dark brown eyes, voluptuous body, and big pouty lips. Everything that is required of the main girl in a romance novel. And just like every romance novel, the female protagonist deserves a dashing male protagonist so that she can fall in love with him and they live happily ever after. In this case, it was my twin brother Ansel Adams. He was the perfect gentleman and the best fiancé Jessica could ask for. I was quite

You betrayed the code, Nicholas. He clenched his jaw, rage and grief warring inside him. He wanted to scream. To tear something apart. To unhear Adrian’s final words. “You don’t even know who she is.” But the truth was, he did. She was the girl who made him human again. The one who’d cracked through his armor when no one else could. And now she was the girl he was supposed to kill. I should hate her. But all he could feel was the aching, bitter twist of love—wild and angry and consuming.

My eyes widened in shock. “He actually still cares about Helena.” I let out a quick laugh. In the book, Julian was the “second male lead”—the rival to the main hero in love. And of course, second leads never win. They’re destined to lose the girl. “But this time, I’ll flip the script!” My phone buzzed. “He replied!” I squealed in excitement, but my body instantly dropped when I read it: ‘You’re married. A married woman doesn’t betray her husband, does she?’

“What was it about?” “If I remember correctly, it started with these two vampires that were madly in love with each other. The first four books were all about their love story. Then another vampire came along and took the hero’s attention, so the heroine vampire spent the rest of the books trying to kill him. That’s what made me move on to another series.” She picked up several books and put them on the bed. “I read romance for the love, not for all the hate.” “You didn’t read all of these books?”

Jeff unconsciously pulled a chair and sat in front of Deen. "Romance story." Deen's cheeks flushed, realizing that she was being stared at by a very handsome man, with light brown eyes and messy hair that looked very seductive. But then she hardened her heart. The more handsome a man is, the more dangerous he is, she muttered to herself. “Romance? And it looks like you are running out of ideas? " How does this man know? Deen shrugged, "The main characters in my story hate each other, and I feel a strong urge to leave it like that."