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“You’re so romantic these days.” “I’ve always been romantic. You’re just noticing now,” Rafael replied teasingly. They got into the taxi. During the ride to the city center, Rafael kept glancing at Aurora’s profile. There was something different in her aura—softer, warmer. Like someone who had finally come home after being lost for years. Not long after, they arrived at the cinema. “Romantic or action movie?” Aurora asked as they queued for tickets. Rafael glanced at the digital movie schedule, then quickly pointed to a Korean romantic drama playing in limited release.

It was a woman. Blonde. Elegant. Cold as glass. Amara opened the door a crack. “Yes?” The woman smiled thinly. “You must be the American.” “And you are?” “Bianca Romano,” she said. “Luca's fiancée.” Amara blinked. Laughed. Once, disbelieving. “You've got the wrong apartment.” “No,” Bianca said sweetly. “I have the wrong timing.” She pushed past before Amara could stop her. Heels clicking on marble, she walked in like she belonged there. Her dress was designer, her perfume sharp enough to draw blood.

I complain, very upset about it. “I think four times.” “Let’s go!” Sasha snaps. Roman slips his arms beneath me, and a second later, I’m lifted into the air and carried bridal style. If it weren’t for the dead bodies in the living room and hallway, and Paula dying, and the fuck ton of shit I’ve been put through, this would actually be the one of the most romantic moment of my life. My eyes land on the woman with the blank stare, and it has me saying, “There are other women.”

They didn’t speak, but both of their eyes blinked like strobe lights. “Charming, right?” I repeated the word I’d used with Adrian yesterday. “And because life has terrible humor, Adrian’s father’s family is… a family you two know very well.” Rhea frowned. “You’re talking in riddles. I’m jetlagged. Just say it” “Sebastian,” I cut in. The name hung in the air like smoke. “Sebastian Romano. My bastard ex-husband. They share a father.” Rhea stopped speaking.

“What part is it now?” “This entire romance subplot,” Lena snapped, closing the script with a thud. “I signed you up for a psychological thriller, a show called Eclipse! A woman hunting a killer who preys on the shamed. Dark. Gritty. Action. Not this.” She gestured wildly with the script. “Now it’s about your character, Naomi, watching James’s and Lila’s characters, Elias and Claire, fall in love while you stand by, heartbroken?” Lena’s tone was incredulous, as if she were speaking of a personal betrayal.

AURORA I never thought I’d see it — hell, I would’ve bet my last dollar against it — Viktor Romano in love. And not just in love... getting married. To Mia of all people. Sweet, soft-spoken, delicate little Mia, who looked like she belonged in a sunlit bakery in Tuscany, not tangled up with a man like Viktor — who could make grown men piss themselves with a look.

Here I am, in Richard's arms, watching him sleep peacefully. It's strange for me to be in this position, since after my disastrous marriage, I closed myself off to romantic relationships. I dedicated myself completely to my ex-husband, and he ended up cheating on me. But with Ricardo it's different, he attracts me in a way that I can't explain. He is extremely handsome and knows exactly how to bring me to ecstasy in bed. It's hard to resist this kind of seduction, but I know I have to be careful not to get too involved.

Open these fucking gates’] She strode over to them and gave them a hard tug cursing under her breath when they did not move, he walked toward keeping his voice low and said, ‘Juliette, fermati, per favore. Sono io, Romero.’ [Juliette, stop, please. It is me Romero.] Juliette froze something long buried deep in her subconscious pulled her to a stop, she had only been a year old but those beautiful blue eyes had looked at her every day with so much love it was imprinted on her brain. Turning she looked up at him and met those same brilliant blue eyes looking down at her with a tenderness and understanding that touched her soul,

Now I realize that there seems to be something really wrong between me and him. His lips travelled to my neck, down to my cleavage. I was wearing a spaghetti strapped dress that made it easy for him to kiss me there. But he didn't... He returned his lips to mine then bit my lower lip before he moved his face away a few inches. And we're both breathing hard. "You just made me taste the best tequila, babe." That made me smile. This isn't the Elijah Fuentaverde that I'd been expecting like what the tabloids are talking about..

"She's out to get me. She faked her death. She faked the whole dramatic exit. She'll show up once I've paid my dues." He clung to that belief. It was all he had. Even if the love he felt was nothing but a side effect of some drug. Even if that love had curdled into something dark. Nora was beside herself, crying next to him. Francis watched her, and after a long pause, a sly grin spread across his face. "Yeah, Natalie loved me. She'd come running back the second she heard I was off the market." Nora, eyes red and swollen, looked up at Francis on bended knee and heard him say softly, "Nora, let's go ahead with the wedding, okay?