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I was also having a hard time understanding what Dean’s motive was behind all this. “I know your truth, Celine. I know why you confessed your love to Gavin at that young age.” “Really, what’s that?” “You fell in love with Jamie Astor, your father’s friend, who was thirty years older than you.” “What sort of rubbish is that?” “I heard and saw everything with my own eyes, Celine. You can’t play a game with me, and I don’t believe any of your nonsense. During our summer vacation, I noticed you in the Astor Mansions study room. You were yanking on Jamie’s tie as he tried to flee from you. You told him you loved him and wished to have a relationship with him, which he refused. He yelled at you an

He wanted to be normal, he wanted to run away from all his princely duties. He wasn't a man of war or politics, he had the soul of a poet, a lover and that of a loving father. He wanted true love. Richard stared at the sculpture of Hiloh resting on its plinth. Beside it was a mystical fountain which was the garden's source of beauty. Richard moves towards it staring at the waters at it's base. He could see his reflection his natural self, all was perfect except his crown and his too luxurious robe. He disturbs the water with his left hand causing ripples. He observes how the ripples travel around the water. This gave him his hundredth definition of love. "A touch, thousand of uniform ripples

"The lucky man who has your heart " The wine glass slipped from my hand, I took a step back from him "what are you talking about. ??" I was panicking, he knows, what if his father knew about it. he again came closer hugging me tightly , I tried to push him away but he is too strong ."don't worry you can tell me anything thing I will help you , I won't tell your father anything just open up , if you are worrying about how I am knowing this then you don't have to cause, your eyes tell everything , I can tell that you have been forced to marry me its ok , it not like I don't want to marry you but I don't want to spoiled your life , I will help you to get back to him . " he spoke calmly. I was

Eulalia felt like she was drowning, struggling, trying to hit Percival’s shoulders, trying to grab him, but her fingers were nail-less. Percival said what he hated most was deception from those closest to him, and wasn’t she the same? The man who had held her and professed his love one moment turned into a stranger the next. The word ‘love’ was so easily said by him and just as easily retracted, leaving no room for negotiation. At the height of their struggle, Eulalia’s hand slammed into the bedside table, her fingertips throbbing as if pierced by steel needles. That pain faded quickly, but it lodged deeply in her brain, causing a subconscious shiver at the thought.

Chapter Forty-Eight Translations Spanish Peguena llama-- Little Flame Spanish Aliento de dragon-- Dragon Breath Spanish Pequena Princesa-- Little Princess Our torn lovers seem to be able to match one another in wit and intellect, but are never on the same page emotionally. Does anyone remember any of the other languages our pair have tried to fool one another with? Happy Reading and dont forget to join the F.B. group to keep up with updates since my schedule is more unpredictable than Murdok's temper

"There's something written on the bottom part of the portrait. Did you see it? I was curious so I approached." He put the handkerchief in his pocket and rubbed his own hand. He looked at me after. "It's up to you who I love ..." he said slowly. My forehead creased. "What?" "Es solo a ti a quien amaré, it's written on the portrait." "Is that spanish? Wait, how did you read? You're just far away." "I've been there before, I've read it." "With who?" none of my own question. "A few friends."

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“I drove all night, risked my life, and lied to him for days to surprise him with his dream car—the G-Wagon—the one you guys helped me move. And when I got to the apartment—.” I started crying again. Thomas’s eyes narrowed. “What are you talking about?” “He was in bed,” I confirmed, swallowing hard. “With Lisa.” The words were out. Thomas stared at me for a beat, his expression shifting from confusion to shock, then to pure, visceral rage. "No," he growled, shaking his head. "No way. Charles wouldn't..." But the conviction in my eyes, the tears streaming down my face, and the undeniable truth of the situation shattered his denial. He let out a primal yell, a sound ripped straight from the de

“Amore, I-I love you! I love you!” “I don't know which of your two selves loves me! Eldifonso Suarez is not that person because he showed me far from what I know love is! And not Eli Madrigal because he cheated on me! Now, you just showed me what kind of man you are, Eldifonso!” “T-There's no Eldifonso Suarez, Amore! Please, listen,” he begged me.

Hazel, feigning intense interest, leaned on him, seemingly engrossed in his reading. In truth, her motive was to win his trust. Hazel was well-versed in Italian and proficient in several languages, including reading, writing, and speaking. The claim of not understanding Italian was a deliberate lie, a strategic move to bring her closer to Francisco. Her gaze wandered to his long fingers and strong arms, a calculated move to further embed herself in his world. With a deliberate slowness, Hazel closed her eyes, pretending to succumb to the soothing rhythm of his voice as if drifting into a feigned slumber.