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They are indeed SIBLINGS but their love is not a FORBIDDEN LOVE. THE END. Hello everyone, thank you so much for reading this book. I hope you enjoyed it. I will like you to know that I have other stories here, I hope you can try them out to see if you love them. Thank you again :)

You all will loved it. Give it a chance. Also give reads to my other books if you like the story. "Her Saviour Alpha" "Pregnant With My Rejected Billionaire" "My Billionaire Mafia Queen : Battle of Love" . Thank you

*l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l* We are moving towards the end of the story. What next story would you like to read? Forced marriage or pregnancy or divorce. I have three plots in my mind right now. Also, thank you for reading this book. I really appreciate all of you.

He looked at her and that's when he realized that he loved her more than anyone else and said: "Sara, I love you and I love you: -Sara I love you and I love you very much, that's why I must have no secrets from you and I hope you understand the situation, this happened at night. After telling Sara everything, she looked at him and said: -Julián, I love you too: -Julián I love you too and very much, you are the love of my life and I understand the situation, that lizard already had it all planned, so why better forget about it and let's pretend that nothing happened.

It seems a good place to be. He steps behind me and kisses the side of my temple. "Nope. This is just the beginning. True love stories never end." END OF VOLUME FIVE: HACK This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are the product of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously. The author recognizes the trademarks and copyrights of all registered products and works mentioned within this work.

THE END AUTHOR'S NOTE: Thank you all for supporting me. I wouldn't have completed this story without your likes, follows, and comments. Thank you once again. "Love Is An Experiment" is part of "The Love Series." It's the first book in the series. The next book in the series, "Love Is Not An Obsession," is Sarah's story. As the title suggests, you can already guess what it's about. 🌚🌚🌹 I'm unsure which platforms the next book will be available on, but if you're interested, follow my F******k author page (Dzniellaa Ayd) for updates.

With each step they took, they discovered new depths of compassion, trust, and intimacy—a love that transcended their differences and kindled a flame that could not be extinguished. In the heart of the enchanted forest, amidst the whispers of the trees and the dance of the woodland creatures, their love story unfolded—a tale of healing, resilience, and a love that knew no bounds. And as they walked hand in hand, their souls entwined, they knew they had found a love that would endure for eternity.

Tasha couldn't believe her eyes. She did pour her heart in it, it wasn't an ordinary novel, she had written her own love story. "But what about the ending?" Irene raised her brows, "I noticed you haven't written it yet." "Ah yes, I'm stuck there, will take sometime before I write it," Elle pursed her lips. "Will it be a happy ending?" Irene raised her brows. "At least in the book we should have one right?" Elle shrugged. "Okay, I'll wait for the ending then, but can you email me the manuscript now, I'll work on it while we wait for the ending?"

"I know Henry, you're hardworking and all. If you weren't, you wouldn't have already bought a car and house in such a short period of time, but I can't force myself to see you that way" "That's why I said, I'm ready to wait. I will wait" "Alright" Henry had been showering with gifts and money since school days. He once paid my lodge rent in school and refused to collect back the money when my Dad heard about it and insisted on paying him back. My parents loves him and he's been a huge help to us but I don't just love him and I can't marry him because of pity or money. I just can't. ....... To be continued....

She looks so fragile in that moment. So this is what he likes? My eyes snap to hers. The look in her eyes says otherwise. Love? “I’m not sure you’re capable of that, Sharon,” I say. “You only know how to love yourself.” Silence settles between us. Cold. Final. “We’re over,” I say, pulling the ring off my finger and throwing it at him. I pick up my purse. My luggage. And walk toward the door. “You’re unlovable, Anastasia,” Tristian says behind me. “Men don’t like women like you.”