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It was as if, unlike any other room, this one was special. Arabella approached the man and sat across his legs, putting one of her arms around his shoulders. "Gustave Flaubert" he replied. "French romance" the incredulity in the woman's tone was clear. She could not believe someone like Damon was interested in romance. "All French works have a romantic content," he explained, shrugging. Arabella smiled, and then Damon was sure that smile could light up the whole city. The closeness between them was frightening for both of them, and they were afraid of what they would feel when they had to pull away.

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he said. "Just shut up Ryan!" "My only regret is I didn't get to kiss those rosy lips like I planned" he said. "I said shut up!" I yelled. "Have you ever touched her skin, it feels so soft and delicate and....." "Ryan!" I yelled as I dropped my towels and punched him and he fell on the bed. "Come on, don't tell me you haven't noticed how sexy our little Jasmine is" he said amidst laughter and I punched him again.

"Married? I...I don't understand, mum. What are you talking about? I mean, who's getting married...to Ryan? What Ryan?" "Bethel" she called and tucked her hair behind her ear. "I know you must be confused okay? But you need to understand this. You're getting married to Ryan". "Ryan?" I repeated. "Yes, Ryan! Ryan Winthorpe'. A short silence stepped in as I stared at her, stunned. This is a dream

he said quietly. She glanced up. “About what?” “About not marrying the wrong man,” Roman replied. “Just wrong about this being a Wrong Marriage.” Elena smiled, leaning back into him. THE END

The cool air under the night sky carried a warm and sweet fragrance, the scent of love! Mr. Marcus walked slowly, step by step, composed and elegant. Crossing the blank space that had separated them for over eight years, he walked straight to his princess and entered her heart. So shameless! Jessica sighed emotionally. He shamelessly deceived with such a large bundle of roses, causing the vendor to lose business for the night. His tactics were even more brilliant than the cheesy dramas! But she was still captivated by the atmosphere he created! For the first time, she realized that this was what romance felt like.

Chapter 51 He picked her from the bed with no words and walked out of the room carrying her bridal style. Humanity kept watching them like they were posing for a cover of a popular romance movie. She was not the soft heroine of one of those romance books. She is a fighter, a virago who has made even the national criminals and worst underworld leaders to taste their own shit. But the handsome Romeo Ian Walkhart was the one and only person in the world who had the capacity of arising in her the romantic titillation which she did not know she possessed.

She curled into one of the high-backed chairs near the window, a thick book open on her lap, a dark romantic comedy she’d read a thousand times. The sun was setting in orange and purple across the pages. She told herself she was reading. In truth she was still feeling Roman between her thighs from the shower, every shift of her hips reminding her how he did everything but fuck her. The door opened without a knock. Roman stepped in, closing it softly behind him. Shirt sleeves rolled to the elbow, top two buttons undone, looking too innocent for who he truly was. He looked unfairly edible. Tessa didn’t even look up from her book.

He planted a soft kiss on my knuckles, bringing a smile to my face. “Sure, Mr vampire.” We relished the delicious meal, talked and exchanged loving glances. The atmosphere filled with an air of contentment and happiness. As dessert arrived, Jonathan presented a small box adorned with a satin ribbon and placed it in front of me. My heart skipped a beat as I untied the ribbon and opened the box, revealing a delicate necklace with a pendant in the shape of a heart. “Oh, Jonathan, it’s beautiful.” I exclaimed, feeling a surge of emotions welling up inside me.

His tongue swept past my lips, tasting the desperate hunger that I didn’t know I had. In that moment, I knew that this kiss had just sealed my fate to this dangerous man called Sasha Romanov, the pakhan of the Russian bratva.