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When I turned to the kitchen to make breakfast, I noticed a big parcel wrapped in a red ribbon with a note, I know you always wanted this edition. I hope you like it. P.S. Breakfast is on the pan. E A smile lit up my face as I tugged off the red ribbon and opened the gift paper to reveal a beautiful hardcover of one of my favorite authors, Jane Austen. It was The Complete Novels of Jane Austen in lilac purple leather-bound hardcover. The book was heavy, but I was in utter awe at its beauty and the intricate design on the front cover. I loved it. I adored it, and I knew if I could, I would keep this edition on a pedestal.

"Marcus is holding pieces of this over Elena's family, and I don't even know if the letter she just opened is real or something built to look real using truths only you and I should have known." Daniel exhaled slowly, the sound of a man finally putting down something heavy he had carried alone for too long. "The real letters never mention the theater," he said carefully. "They talk about your grandmother's regret. About a man she loved and was forbidden to marry, an architect named Thomas Hart. Nothing about property. Nothing about Marcus by name, because Marcus wasn't born yet when they were written."

With a sharp huff, Cain turned and walked away, the crowd parting for him as he passed. Behind him, Vera lifted her glass. Orion met it with his own. They clinked them together, identical smirks stretching across their lips. And for the first time that night, Vera felt it fully— This was only the beginning. —— “Your dress is stealing the show, Ms. Vera,” Maya whispered beside her as they stood watching Didi and Cain stroll slowly down the aisle. The press were everywhere. Cameras flashed like lightning. Phones were raised high, people stretching on their toes just to get a better view of the bride and her gown. Vera overheard a group of women behind her murmuring breathlessly that they would

He said. " You didn't have to buy all those things. " I said with a smile. " I had to... You are my bride now, I have a right to do that." He said and gave me a short but hot toe-curling kiss. Once he broke it, he asked me to open the gift he gave me. I opened it and it was very beautiful red silk and lace nightwear. " Wow!! It's beautiful, but where is the lower part of it?? " I asked and he smiled and raised an eyebrow.

“Of course. Do you think a simple cohabitation story will keep the board satisfied? We need commitment, Ethan. A wedding date. Rings. A press release that will send Asher running for cover.” I leaned back, massaging my temples. “This is spiraling.” “It’s strategy,” he corrected coldly. “And it’s working. Keep playing your part.” But then, one evening, something shifted. I found her in the library, sitting by the fireplace, tracing the spine of a book with a furrowed brow. She didn’t hear me come in. “Claire,” I said softly. She jumped slightly, turning toward me. “Ethan. I was just… I don’t know. This book. I’ve read three pages and I feel like I’ve read it before. Isn’t that weird?”

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"I sure did miss you." Stepping closer to her, I open the top few buttons of her shirt. The silk fabric beneath it reveals a black bra with intricately embroidered red and pink poppies on the cups. It's the one I picked out for her alongside her work clothes the first night I had invited her back to my house. I can't believe she's wearing it today. A steady rush of blood flows to my manhood, making me feel hot and flush with my own arousal. I can't hold back anymore.

resonated well with the public. Despite the performance, a fragile trust had blossomed between us. The escape from the paparazzi and the shared moment in the bakery had exposed a layer of vulnerability beneath the billionaire facade. We began stealing stolen moments, quiet conversations over steaming mugs of coffee before the day's chaos began. One morning, Ethan surprised me with a worn copy of my favorite cookbook. "I found this in your apartment," he said, a soft smile playing on his lips. "Thought you might need some inspiration after yesterday's...soufflé debacle."

She lifted a document. "And thirty million dollars in a bank," she added, holding up another file like she was listing groceries. Ava blinked, stunned. She couldn't believe what she was hearing. They hadn't even greeted her properly. It was like a business transaction. "What is this?" Ava asked, confused and suspicious. "If you marry Noah and be a good wife, these are your wedding gifts," Missus Smith said, her eyes sharp and scheming. Ava scoffed. She couldn't help it. It was all so surreal.

The room fell into a hush, the whispers spreading like wildfire. Donatella's smile was a thin-lipped affair, her eyes glinting with malice. "I know what you're all thinking. What a beautiful couple. A perfect alliance. The De Luca principessa and the Bratva heir-joined in holy matrimony." She paused, her voice dropping to a whisper. "Let me correct you. There is no matrimony here. Just leverage. Just a pawn-me-handed over like property to secure peace between monsters."