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The Nouveau-Riche Romance Chapter twenty-nine The brightness of the day filtered into the room. Illuminating it with its soft glow. The illumination was just enough to rouse Joan from sleep. Her body felt relaxed, she felt mellow really. It felt like she was coming down from a drug high. No, it was a sex high. Sex? Sex... Joan abruptly opens her eyes as she remembered the events of the previous night. She had sex with Asher. Now that she thought about it it was a crazy night and she wouldn't believe it if she hadn't experienced it.

This is the money they live on daily, fattening their bellies, yet looking unhappy and broke as ever. Grabbing a romance novel from the side bed, I had the urge to escape from the dramas of this home, reading was the perfect refuge for me. Unfortunately, there was no way for me to concentrate, the laughter was now too much, I could barely understand why Jennifer will laugh so hard as If she was having the be at the time of her life, or maybe it was just to provoke me.

I pleaded, going down to my knees, and I saw how each of them ran their tongues through their lips, their eyes flashing a glint of lust as they gazed at my breasts. "We were joking. We didn't plan to take you to the Alpha. But that's only if you can take us all." I heard the one with raven hair say this to me with a smirk as he rubbed his hand on the bulge around his crotch. The other snickered too and nodded as I saw them unbuckling their belts. My eyes almost popped out. "What are you all doing? Have you gone mad?!" I shouted, leaping to my feet.

Roman’s tone turns steadily cold as he adds, “Fen would more likely hunt him down now, and not in the romantic way.” My eyes light up as I remember, “My book! You saw that in one of my books didn’t you?” The Alpha of the Ironclaw pack reading a romance novel would be about as ludicrous as anything else to anyone else, but I’m his mate, his wife, he isn’t afraid to be silly around me, and as we burst out of the main doors Roman nods. I burst into the kind of spurting giggles that would have expelled water from my mouth if there was any and Roman grins cheekily, still speaking through the mate bond as he says, “I wanted to see if those men you read of have anything on me.”

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.

In seconds, they had her laughing so hard that tears formed at the corners of her eyes. “Glad that you actually showed up. We were beginning to think Ahaan was keeping you all to himself,” Neil winked at them. “Trying to hoard all the talent on set,” Karan added with a wink. Within minutes, the awkwardness melted completely. It felt oddly like she had known them for years. Later, when the cluster of jokes and laughter began drifting into hunger, KV suggested, “Coffee?” Neil seconded it dramatically. “Caffeine is the only reason we’re functioning human beings.”

Nora brought white roses when she visited me in the hospital. She fumbled with the flowers, accidentally tipping over the vase and spilling water everywhere. "Oh, no. I'm so sorry, Natalie," she babbled, scrambling to clean up the mess. "I didn't mean to do that." "It's fine," I said, even though nothing really was. She sat down, nervously fiddling with the edge of her skirt. It was a fancy Chanel, a present from Francis, but I was the one who had picked it out. "Natalie, have you and Francis been at it again?"

"Maybe that's the point." Damien watched her for a long moment. Then, with quiet finality, he said, "You're better than this. Don't let them make you forget that." "You know what would really make them choke?" she slurred, eyes glittering with spite and liquor. "If I walked in next weekend on your arm, dripping diamonds and lies. Told the whole world we're madly in love." Damien raised an eyebrow. "You're suggesting we fake date?" She hiccupped. "Not seriously. Unless you're that bored."

"Yeah, sure, he’s good-looking, but he’s a total playboy. I’m not into that. I want something serious. And let’s not forget—he’s my boss." Hazel waved her hand dismissively. "Oh, please. That’s prime romance novel material. Secretary falls for her boss? Classic." We all laughed as Fiora groaned. "Okay, what would the book title be?" I asked. Hazel grinned. "Love and My Boss." Gwen raised an eyebrow. "Forbidden Story of Fiora." I smirked. "Taming the Playboy." Fiora actually laughed. "Okay, that one’s not bad." The room lit up with laughter as we kept throwing out ridiculous book ideas. We drank, danced, sang, and drank some more. For

I hissed in response and looked over at Cara who was busy texting on her phone and Jenny was still laughing after hearing my story. "This feels like the start of something cute, Chloe. You know like the teen romance novels and movies where the enemies fall in love with each other eventually." Jenny added, wiggling her eyebrows and I groaned in frustration. Mandy frowned at her response and shook her head as if that was the most ridiculous thing she has heard. "Trust me, this is not some novel or movie and nothing like that will ever happen. He is so annoying and I wish I had killed him with my..."