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My body trembled—not with fear, but with something far more overwhelming. He drew a response from me effortlessly, my body clenching at his command. A wave of pure bliss crashed over me, my legs shaking as I was carried over the edge. "Oh my God, you're beautiful," he murmured softly from below. Beautiful? Because of my scars, no one had ever loved me—not truly. Not before. I arched instinctively as his fingers continued to explore me, another involuntary sound slipping free. Realizing how it must sound, I bit down on my lip, trying to silence myself.

"Honey, Thomas has agreed to the marriage. I always thought he was a good match, and look—he said yes right away. "He wants both families to have dinner together the day after tomorrow and make it official. I know you like Zachary, but if he doesn't treat you right, just leave him. Okay?" Tears streamed down my face in an instant. I forced myself to say "okay" through the lump in my throat. Zachary, I wouldn't marry you anymore. After such a disgusting betrayal, the sooner things ended, the better. Looking around my home, I suddenly realized—traces of Willow and him were everywhere. I just never noticed before.

“Our beginning was wrong. It was complicated. It was painful in ways I never speak about.” My throat tightens as I look him in the eye and say, “But I swear to God, I loved you,” before a hollow laugh escapes my lips. “So this is the lesson, isn’t it?” I ask while gripping the suitcase handle until my knuckles ache, finally swallowing against my tears to add, “Never fall in love during a contract marriage... Lesson learned.” I move toward the door. Hardin steps directly in front of me, blocking the exit. His chest rises and falls heavily. He has no intention of moving.

I offer with a smile. “I’d like that,” she grins. “Great,” I say and give her a wink. She blushes again and finishes her wine, placing the glass on the table and giving me that breathtaking smile, and my heart skips a beat. I’ve never felt like this before. Elisha P.O.V

He runs a hand behind my back, showing his concern, making sure that I’m feeling alright even without him asking. As Andrei and my mom ensue with their exchange of polite pleasantries, Cillian and Kinsley step in the receiving area. The sight of the both of them, walking together, is killing me. I know that it’s not real. What they have is fake. It’s not like what Cillian and I have. True love. Is it really, though? It started as a revenge scheme… then how is it a true love? Pain. Scorching, searing, cutting, and lingering pain. It’s what I feel inside me. I don’t know how much more I can endure.

Grace smiled faintly and remained silent, accepting it as a tacit agreement. There's no such thing as love at first sight in the world. Even if it does exist, it's just a fleeting infatuation. True love is accumulated through the small gestures and touches in life, coming together gradually. Otherwise, it is very fragile! So-called love at first sight is like seeing a flower in the mist, hazy and beautiful, but once the sun comes out and the mist dissipates, it may turn out to be just a trumpet flower!

Infelicitous love story. ***************

“ᴛʜᴇʏ ᴅɪᴅɴ'ᴛ ғᴀʟʟ ɪɴ ʟᴏᴠᴇ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴇᴀᴄʜ ᴏᴛʜᴇʀ

If the love is true then you will get it no matter how difficult it was to get **************************

A rush of indescribable sweetness surged up from deep inside her chest, and she couldn't help the smile that tugged at her lips. Last night, her boyfriend of three years, Cedric Jamison, had finally proposed. He'd held her close amid love so intense and scorching it felt like a tide. He'd watched her body tremble and the corners of her eyes turn red as he'd compelled her, over and over, to tell him she loved him. He'd always been domineering, even rough around the edges, when it came to intimacy, but Olivia had never found it off-putting. If anything, every time she thought back on it, her face would burn, and her heart would race.