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“You are not going to tell him? Isn't he —” “No, I'm not telling him about this, Kenzo. He doesn't deserve to know that. He can return to his life with that fucking June. Whoever she is!” I gritted out, pissed at the thought of losing to a woman I hadn't met before. “Okay, what do you need my help with?” “I want to go home,” I deadpanned, looking into his eyes. “What?” “Okay, not home,” I corrected. “I would like to return to the States. Madrid isn't for me. I will only be heartbroken if I remain here.”

"What do you want in return?" The question hangs heavy in the air, causing both Cyrus and Rowan to stare at me with surprise. A smirk plays on Rowan's lips. "You learn quickly, Elijah. The question remains – can you deliver what I want?" I meet his gaze with unwavering confidence. "Yes." A spark ignites in his eyes. "Then I want the Iron Claw Pack."

His voice was low yet dangerous that shook me to the core. “I just wanted to try to save myself. I think I underestimated you. I forgot that no one can go against you.” My stepfather’s gaze shifted to me. “Jennifer… Don't you want to leave?” Every instinct screamed yes, but the bond burned hot in my chest, pulling me back toward Reis without my consent. I swallowed hard. “I… I don’t know.” Reis’s gaze locked on mine, the smallest flicker of something dangerous in his eyes. “You know,” he said softly, “you just don’t want to admit it.”

"Now it's my own turn to tell you what I want in return." "You've always kept to your own end of the bargain but you have never told me what you want in return for what you have been doing for me, and now that you have decided, tell me if it is within my power I will do it immediately." Selena told her. "My request is very simple and easy to get. I want Zinedine." "Zinedine? Why?" "No questions ask Selena, remember you promised you won't ask me any questions. I will make you strong my friend."

I said. "I wanted to try my luck. I want to win you back. But when I landed here, all news about you and her bombarded me. And I realized that it's already too late. I already lost you. That is why I wanted to go back to Paris because I have no reason to come back here anymore.” I told him all the things I wanted to say to him. "I want you back. But I don’t want to be selfish. I love you so much; that is why I want you to be happy, even though I am not the person you will choose to love.” I added.

ARIA’S POV The kiss wouldn’t leave me. No matter how many times I told myself to stop thinking about it, it came back stronger. Luciano’s hand gripping me, his mouth crushing mine, the heat of it, the shock that froze me. I kept replaying it like a broken record I couldn’t turn off. I hated it. I hated that it shook me, that it stayed in my head. I couldn’t figure out why he did it. I couldn’t figure out why I didn’t push him off fast enough.

As if trapped in an invisible prison, he remained rooted to the spot as he told me, "Ms. Ingram, you can hate me." The second half of his statement had been too soft, and I'd forgotten it for too long. Now it suddenly thundered in my mind like lightning. He'd said, "But you will eventually return to me." Yes, I had ultimately returned from Westbrook to Northbrook. I was back to face the person I had wanted to escape since my youth. His love was just too intense, too direct, yet too rigid. I now frowned deeply with my lips pressed together, unsure of what to say.

"I don't want to move forward." "Jason." I picked up the mug, put it down again. "You have been saying that you want me back and that you've changed and that you want to make things right. But what you actually want…if you look at it honestly, is for things to go back to the way they were. And the way they were was not good for either of us. Not for me, clearly. But not for you either. You were miserable in your own way. You had a secretary in my living room and a mother who ran your household decisions and a wife you treated like furniture. That wasn't happiness. You know it wasn't.

"I told you, I was angry. I didn't want anything tying me to a marriage that was falling apart." "Liar," I whispered. "You didn't even check on me. You didn't even ask if I was okay." Leo reached out, his thumb brushing my lower lip. The touch sent a jolt of electricity through me that I hated. I wanted to pull away, but my body wouldn't move. "I'm asking now," he murmured, his eyes dark with a sudden, fierce hunger. I pulled back then, my heart racing. "It’s four years too late, Leo. I’m here for Jaden. And I’m here to work. Nothing else."

“Why?” Elena almost laughed at the question. “Because I’m not an object.” “No,” Damian said calmly. “But you are desperate.” Her brows pulled together immediately. “What does that mean?” Damian stepped closer slowly. “You know your husband doesn’t want you anymore.” The words hurt because they were true. Damian continued, “So you have two choices. Stay here with people who clearly don’t respect you… or come with me.” Vanessa laughed mockingly. “Wow. That almost sounded romantic.”