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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 priest announced as Nicole stood face to face with her charming groom - Gentle Aura". "Yes, I do" she replied after taking a deep breath. Smiles ran across the faces of the congregation as the priest moved onto the marriage rites, asking Nicole to repeat after him. "I, Nicole, take you Michael to be my lawfully wedded husband, to love and to hold from this day forward, for better for worse, for richer for poorer, in sickness and in health, to love and to cherish. And I promise to be faithful till death do us part". The priest moved onto Gentle Aura and he repeated the same thing, his eyes lost into Nicole's the whole time.

“This isn’t about headlines for me. It never was.” She nodded once. Unsure. But she didn’t let go. --- Camille’s Apartment – That Evening Camille slammed her laptop shut as the conference ended. “They’re playing the love story card?” she snapped. Declan, lounging on her couch with a whiskey glass, didn’t flinch. “Let them. The public eats that up—until it bites back.” “You better have something better than edited video, Declan.” He smirked and slid an envelope across the table. Camille opened it—pages of internal documents, board meeting notes, and confidential memos.

“It was adorable. He used to hide them behind law textbooks. Thought no one would notice.” Lu turned to me, slowly, disbelief dawning in his expression. “Romance novels?” I kept my face perfectly composed. “It’s called studying character psychology. I was curious how emotional arcs were structured.” Christopher leaned closer to Lu and stage-whispered, “Some of them were very emotionally structured. Especially the ones with the shirtless men on the covers.” I tilted my head, deadpan. “At least they weren’t about knights and dragons like yours.” “Oh they were! But mine had duels. Yours had duels of passion.”

And not just any romance—dark romance, enemies-to-lovers, mafia romance, arranged marriage, all the subgenres I devoured in private. "This is our most popular section," Edward said, noticing my reaction. "Romance readers are loyal. And they buy a lot of books." "I can see that." Next to it was fantasy. Then a section labeled "Romantasy" that made my heart skip. Sarah J. Maas. Jennifer L. Armentrout. Rebecca Yarros. All my favorites, beautifully displayed. "You read?" Edward asked. "Yeah. A lot, actually." "What genres?" "These, mostly." I gestured to the romance and fantasy sections. "Dark romance. Romantasy. Anything with morally gray characters and impossible love stories."

“She’ll probably spend the whole holiday in here if you let her.” I walked the aisles slowly, trailing my fingers over the books. Classics. Thrillers. A whole section of contemporary romance—Mirabel’s doing, mostly. She’d started collecting them in high school, said they were “escapist but smart.” I’d never read them. Too many happy endings. Too much hope wrapped in pretty words. I pulled one down at random. Dark cover, brooding man in a suit, and title written in gold foil: Claimed by the Billionaire. I snorted softly, then slid it back.

"You like mysteries?" "Sometimes." "Better than romance novels?" My face heated. Had he seen me looking at that shelf? Had he been watching? "Much better," I said firmly. "Romance novels are... unrealistic." Something flickered in his eyes. Amusement maybe. "Are they?" "Yes. All that instant attraction and forbidden desire and enemies becoming lovers. It doesn't work like that in real life." "Doesn't it?" The way he said it—the slight emphasis, the look in his eyes—made my stomach flip.

Chapter 45: Oiled Desire Alexander’s POV I set the phone down and pulled Cassandra closer, kissing the top of her head. “They’re coming tomorrow. We have tonight.” She looked up at me, brown eyes full of love and defiance. “Then make tonight count.” I reached into the bedside drawer and pulled out the bottle of unscented body oil I had bought just for moments like this. “Lie on your stomach, baby.”

The smell of new books has kept enticing a chunk of the population, albeit a smaller percentage, and mostly, people who buy from us are collectors, those who are too rich to spend money on things of the past–and that's what we offer: old, tanning books with worn out spines; a remnant of the past, a time when HarmonyMatch was never a thing. I man the register for a couple of old folks who got a stack of magazines. I smiled as they walked out the store, his hands on her shoulder, both smiling as they talked about their purchase. I thought about how they were Matched, whether they knew each other before the ceremony, if they were childhood sweethearts, or if they were familiar faces you see on