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Rhode let's out a small sigh accompanied by a smile and sits down on the floor of the bathroom, his back against the tub. "What are we reading?" He asks once he gets settled into his spot and unlocks my e-reader. I lean over slightly and place a small kiss on his cheek. "Pride and Prejudice, from the beginning please kind sir" I request with a small grin. He smiles to himself and scrolls down the titles before clicking on one and clearing his throat.

“An empty glass for Piper, and for Veronica…” “Merlot,” Veronica said. “Merlot,” Bridget said. She lowered her hand to her side, which placed the notecard at her hip near Veronica. Veronica’s eyes flitted down to it. Bridget didn’t seem to notice. The servant nodded, and made her exit. “Are you excited for the challenge tomorrow?” I asked Bridget, hoping to fulfill my role in distracting her, so that Veronica could make her move. “I am,” Bridget said. “Confident too. I’m certain I have the best chance of winning the date with Nicholas. Ah, a romantic boat cruise. It will be so romantic. I can’t wait!”

At last, Michael could not put up with it anymore and sneezed hard. A piece of tissue paper was placed in front of him, and her soft body was in his arms while she hugged his neck. ‘This pair of hands… It was not Christina’s!’ Michael pushed the lady away and stood up while fuming. “Who are you? Why are you here?” The lady had thick makeup on her face while her body was drenched in perfume. He was about to vomit because it was disgusting. She winked at Michael, saying, “Mister, I came here to have a great night with you, so don’t pity me later on...”

Author Note: Dear Readers, Since English is not my first language, there will be tons of grammatical mistakes. Please continue reading this book only if you don't have any issue with that. Rest I could guarantee you that you won't get bored with the storyline. The following are my books which are completed until now if interested do give a look over them. Her Unloved Mate Her Chosen Mate Purchased By The Mafia Can't Help Falling in Love My Bride is Not a Human Chosen By An Alpha

It read, "I couldn't resist getting you this bouquet because you're just as beautiful as these roses." Elena blushed as she read the card over and over again, feeling flattered by the anonymous sender's sweet words. As she gazed out of the studio's glass door, she couldn't help but wonder who her secret admirer was. Nevertheless, she felt grateful for the unexpected gifts and let herself bask in their warmth as she continued her work. * *

Her breasts bounce up and down as the demon thrusts into her with great force. My attention is diverted to the entry of my throne hall. Josiah and Chelsea strut through the entrance with a human male victim. “Where is my Bridge,” I mandate for response with surging rage that halts the sex going on all around me. They bow their heads as Josiah explains, “Master, we have found the Bridge, but she was taken by the Vampire King and has not left the room he took her to.”

He wanted to see if I would chase him or if I would wait patiently for him to come to me and so far I had passed by not approaching him but now I needed to do something else to get his attention back. I looked around the room until I spotted a man standing alone near the windows who looked important based on his expensive watch and the way other people nodded respectfully when they passed him. I walked over slowly and positioned myself near him and when he looked at me I smiled and tilted my head the way Isabella used to do in those videos I had studied. "Beautiful party," I said softly and my voice came out exactly right with just enough breathiness to sound feminine without being obvious.

If Prince Charming wore Armani, I’m sure he’d look like this. Prince Charming—yes, Prince Charming—that is the name that fits him best. His fingers remain wrapped around my wrist, firm but not painful. With effortless grace, he plucks the glass from my hand. “I daresay you’ve had quite enough for tonight,” he says, and his thick British accent hits me instantly, sending my heart doing backflips. It’s deep, rich and velvety, the kind of voice you’d hear men speak with in a Bridgerton series.

Impatience surged and boiled within him. “I don't care whose mistress she is now,” Ricardo said with a lecherous grin. “What matters is that her body is still enticing.” Ricardo's laughter grew louder. It echoed throughout the car as he sped along at high speed. “If she has indeed become someone's mistress, then she must be skilled at satisfying men by now.” Erotic fantasies filled Ricardo's mind, resulting in an immediate throbbing sensation down below. Ricardo groped his crotch. The tingling of desire began to show signs, making him even more impatient.

“I, Elena Brook , take you, Adrian Cross, to be my lawful married husband. For better or worse, in poverty and in riches… I couldn't wait to hear the rest. I had heard those words during my brother’s wedding. Those vows, promises, those happy moments, the butterflies that usually fly in everyone’s belly. I had imagined myself saying those words one day. Now hearing them spoken to someone else entirely…it felt like a stab in my chest. And the only thing I knew was no one else but my beloved Man, My fiance was getting married but the bride isn’t me. I could hear my ears ringing. My chest tightened painfully like I was wrapped in someone’s hand and I was being squeezed. I raised my head up to l