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Book Three of the Badboy Trilogy Written by: Vendité Johnson The Badboy Trilogy Book One: How to Destroy a Badboy Book Two: The Emancipation of a Badboy Book Three: A Rhapsody for the Playboy Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, business, places, events and incidents are either a product of the author's imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual person, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.

For just a second, I caught a glimpse of pain flickering across his face before it vanished behind his usual icy facade. "The wedding's next month," he said. "Nora needs a bridesmaid." Nora Hunter. The girl who had shown up out of the blue three months ago, 20 and all sunshine with her blonde hair and blue eyes, clueless about the shadows in the world. Francis had welcomed her into the mansion, showered her with jewels, and paraded her around at every high-society event. Francis kept whispering sweet nothings to me, even as he was gearing up to marry someone else.

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Can You Keep A Secret (Nathan & Daniel) ⪻⪻⪻ Romance / Mature : 1. Taming The Wild CEO (Completed on GoodNovel) 2. Fuck You and All of Your Bullshits / Dark Pretenses ( Clara Summers & Dean ) 3. Taming The Wild Duke ( William & Kate ) 4. Not So Plain Jane ( Steven Summers & Jane Austin ) 5. Irresistible Duology: Simply Irresistible ( Autumn & Phraser ) 6. Dark Deception ( Declan Summers & Ma Qingshan )

“Why is it so dark? Please, turn on the lights, Anth.” I hesitated before pressing the soft buttons of the light switch and then the room brightened up. I heard her gasp first before my eyes took in the rose petals and unlit candles on the floor and on various pieces of furniture in the living room. My eyes scanned the room and spotted more rose petals, even the ones leading to the bedroom. The romantic setting of the place made my nervousness spike higher than before. “Did you do this?” I pushed every ounce of nervousness from my body and approached her then wrapped my arms around her shoulder. I placed my face against hers then kissed her cheek, feeling the softness of her skin and inhalin

It reminds me of all the romance books that I’ve read. I giggle quietly when I think about it, catching Lia’s attention. “I just thought about something weird.” I tell her when I catch her curious glance. “Mind sharing?” “You know how in every romance book the quiet female protagonist has that one and only girl friend? The one she reveals all her secrets to. The nosy and loud one, that drags the protagonist to a club or a party whenever she feels down, no matter how much the main character doesn’t want to go. Like, a stubborn, extremely outgoing person…” I start.

he asked coming over and sitting on the ottoman. “William Shakespeare’s Romeo and Juliet,” I said smiling. “Ah, the romantic and sad love story.” “How did it go in there?” I asked setting the book down. “We were discussing a few ideas. Now don’t you worry, it is going to work out.” “I am not worrying,” I said smiling. He smiled back, and it was a breathtaking smile. I am looking forward to our life together. “Are you hungry?” He asked. “I could fix us lunch.”

“At least you have one successful daughter.” I nearly slapped her. Instead, I'd smiled. Smiled. And smiled. And smiled. Because that's what people like us do. Now, sitting alone with that invitation in my hands, anger simmered beneath my skin. This wasn't how things were supposed to happen. Nova wasn't supposed to win. She wasn't supposed to walk away. She wasn't supposed to become the woman everyone admired. And she certainly wasn't supposed to marry Nicolai Moreau. Yet somehow... Against all odds...

“You. Me. Him.” Yvette nodded slowly. “The three of us. We’re the trinity.” Tristan’s voice was grave. “And if one of us breaks?” Yvette closed the book. “Then Elias wins.” --- The night dragged on. Yvette couldn’t sleep. Her dreams were laced with fire and water. Screaming and silence. Faces that shifted into her own. She sat outside on the porch as dawn approached, Branwen’s diary cradled in her lap. Tristan joined her silently, sitting beside her with two mugs of bitter tea. The sky was a dull gray, clouds like bruises.

Her throat tightened, eyes misted, as if she could will reality to transform. She read it again, hoping the words might change under her gaze. But they remained the same, unyielding in their cruelty. The invitation slipped from her fingers, fluttering like a burned-out matchstick onto the marble floor. Aidan had belonged to her for two years, their lives knitted together in a shared future. Their dreams had unraveled just three months ago when he claimed he needed "space." Apparently, his "space" included a dazzling engagement ring and her sister's triumph.