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When I stepped out of the restaurant, the bastard was there, leaning casually against his car with his hands in his pocket. I want to ignore him, but my legs match towards him nonetheless and my hands itch to strangle his neck. ~ DAMIEN ~ There's love at first sight but have you ever heard of anything like, hatred at first sight? Well, I'm living proof. I've never been one to act on impulse before but it all started the moment I saw Anastasia Zhukov, I hated her. More like I hate her but at the same time, I don't hate her.

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She bowed her head and picked up her book again “Something like this would have been totally cool in the fictional world.” “I still need more details about him, though. Don’t try to escape it.” She folded her legs; I knew she wouldn’t let me off that easily. G was a helpless dark romance reader; her excitement when she heard I had a stalker that looked like he was a descendant of Hercules himself was priceless. She loved me, I knew that, but her being a reader, I expected this already. I hit my forehead with my hand tiredly. “I have a stalker, Gianna. This isn’t books; this is real life.”

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.

The rug was a lost cause, and so was I. Ava traced lazy circles on my stomach. “Still catching the morning train?” I laughed, raw. “Changed my plans. Indefinitely.” Ethan pressed a kiss to my shoulder. “Good. We’re just warming up.” Liam’s hand slid between my thighs, teasing. “Chapter two starts at dawn.” I closed my eyes, sated and aching and already wet again. The lodge smelled of sex and pine and possibility. Outside, the mountain stood silent. Inside, three bodies curled closer, ready to write the next scene on my skin.

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' 'No, no, you were being thoughtful, trying to get flowers for me. My romantic lover. Of course, I did what any sane person would do. I accidentally knocked over a flower pot and left before she could even have time to see what happened. I went home and searched for her, Isabella Grey. Her I*******m was bland, so was her F******k page, filled with nothing but flowers and inspirational quotes. Like I said, she was a wanna be wedding planner. So she sells cakes as well, hoping to raise enough money to send herself back to school.

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Damien stood in the doorway, his hands casually in his pockets, but the stillness in his frame was far from casual. Her fingers tightened around the papers. “What is this? Are you spying on me? Or do you keep detailed dossiers on every woman you decide to ‘save’?” He stepped forward slowly, deliberately, his eyes locked on hers. “Those aren’t files. They’re protection.” She laughed, sharp and bitter, waving the documents. “Protection? You call this protection? Stalking every corner of my past? Keeping photos of me I didn’t even know existed? What exactly are you protecting me from, Damien? Or is that another secret you’ll only share when it’s convenient?”

I had some dirty secrets of my own, and a past I wasn’t proud of. I was part of a Mafia family. A family of organized crime. But God help me, even though I had my own skeletons in the closet… If I’d have known that Sapphire was going to betray me in the worst fucking possible way, I would have torched that bitch and left her to die the first time I ever laid eyes on her. I would have disposed of her without a second fucking thought, and then moved on with my life without looking back. It takes more than a pretty girl to bring me to my knees. The more I push, the more she pushes back. Sapphire is a challenge that I’m not used to, but she needs to learn a thing or two about loyalty.