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But there is nowhere to go, no one to help me, no escape from this beautiful nightmare I've been sold into. The bed looms before us, its dark wooden frame and expensive linens looking more like an altar than a place of rest. Everything is perfect, arranged for seduction, yet there is nothing romantic about what is about to happen here. "Blaze, I..." I start to say, but the words die in my throat when he turns me around and begins working on the buttons of my dress. His fingers are surprisingly gentle as they free each tiny fastening, working with the patience of a man who has all the time in the world.

She obeyed, carefully peeling away the wrapping until its contents were revealed. There it was—the most exquisite crystal gown I’d ever seen. The fabric sparkled as if it held shards of starlight, an impossible blend of elegance and temptation. It was the kind of dress that stole your breath and left your heart racing. Attached to it was a note. “It’s addressed to you,” the maid said hesitantly, her cheeks already tinged pink. “Read it,” I commanded, watching her fidget. She cleared her throat and began. “To my pretty little mouse…” She paused, her face turning crimson.

Staring at my reflection, I vowed, “I’ll survive. I’ll live. I’ll destroy them all.” At the bridal boutique I slipped on a dress that fit my curves perfectly. "Ma'am, you look so stunning," one of the attendant said as I stepped out of the dressing room. "Sir, look at your bride," another said, motioning to Alessandro. He glanced up briefly, his face indifferent. "Uhmmm.... she's beautiful," he said, his eyes already back on his phone. Clenching my fists, anger surged through me. Moving closer I caught a glimpse of his phone-Cassandra’s photos.

The scent of the forest mixed with smoke,dried herbs and tobacco. Kane Rivers. Legendary bachelor, custodian of the Brim Pack, tall, broad, dangerous in every sense of the word. I’d met him before, sure. Exchanged nods, brief conversations. I knew who he was. I knew the stories. But seeing him tonight… seeing him in the firelight, eyes sharp, posture rigid, all control and intense — my chest started pounding for no reason I could explain. And then, somehow, our eyes met.

If I failed at this then I would have to face him in a negotiation where he had all the power and all the experience and I would probably lose everything Tobin had left me. On the morning of the third day a package arrived at the penthouse addressed to me and when I opened it I found a dress and jewelry inside along with a handwritten note. My hands were shaking as I unfolded the note and read the message written in elegant script that must have been done by Marco himself.

Adrian Cross smiled for the cameras like a man who had just conquered the world. Beside him stood Elena Langford, glowing beneath the flashes of expensive cameras and media attention, every inch the perfect rich man’s bride. The internet was obsessed already. Business blogs called it the union of the year. Investors called it strategic. The public called it romantic. I called it predictable. A humorless smile tugged briefly at my lips before disappearing just as quickly. Adrian had always been ambitious, but the problem with ambitious men was that they eventually confused greed for intelligence. Marrying Leonard Langford’s daughter was not love. It was business. A move. A transaction wrappe

Their hollow eyes made my skin crawl. "Exchange your vows." The ghost bride slowly lowered her head toward me. In that instant, a small piece of skull slipped loose from the side of her forehead and fell. Right then, I heard the system notification: [Ding! Congratulations on successfully selecting your target: Ximena Ferguson.] [Target has gifted you a blood-red formal suit. It has been added to your inventory. Bonus reward: one universal glue.] [Please remove the nail from Ximena's head and use the universal glue to repair her skull to increase intimacy.]

Raphael, filthy, and incredibly mischievous. The thought of the discreet encounters they could have all day long makes her gasp for air. As Jannis's thoughts swirl with the limitless potential of their clandestine romance, her pulse beats with excitement. In response to Jannis's excitement, Jake chuckles softly. He gives her buttocks a good smack and squeezes them together. You're being quite mischievous, my dear. However, I adore it.

Then he takes me to his room, climbing the steps quickly, while he still holds me in his arms, my cheeks begin to turn a little red, as I watch his muscles tense around him. Upon arriving at his really clean and spacious room, he takes me in front of his bed to lie down on it delicately, while he runs his lips along my neck, making me feel in heaven, and then puts his hands on my breasts on the dress. He slowly tears off the beautiful dress, but my kind heart doesn't allow him to do it, so I stop him. “Don't destroy this,” I beg him between kisses. “It's Abby's.” He ignores me and breaks it in half, shushing me with his tongue in my mouth, the taste is incredibly delicious. Mint, champagne,

No way… Damon turned slowly, meeting her gaze with the same sly smile from the night before—calm, composed, and dangerously charming. “Good morning, fiancée,” he said smoothly, his voice like velvet. “Ready to help me find the perfect scent… for our wedding day?” “M–maybe you’ve mistaken me for someone else, Mr. Alejandro,” Rhian said, her voice steady but her hands fidgeting behind her back. She lifted her chin, trying to hold her composure even as her nerves betrayed her. “I meet a lot of clients.” Damon didn’t answer right away. Instead, he took a slow, deliberate step toward her. Then another. And another.