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It was like heaven had also become much, much closer. “Giovanni,” I cried, his name again aching my back, making him slide deeper into my throbbing pussycat. Giovanni’s hands moved under my body, clasping the cheeks of my bottom as he angled his thrusts. This time, he went so much deeper into me, and with every plunge of his length, it would rub against the sensitive nub of my flesh, making me gasp. I had thought that there would be no greater pleasure than what his thrusts were already giving me, but this—

DARKEST LOVE (CURSED) Chapter Twenty Three There wasn’t a moment of hesitation. His mouth was on hers, stealing away her breath very breath. He shuddered the moment his devouring lips drank from her sweet nectar. There was a strangled sound from the back of his throat, a half growl as his fingers sank into her hair. He could feel her much smaller frame trembling against his, shivers of pleasure shot through him as she parted her lips, allowing him to deepen the kiss.

With what little strength I had left, I held up the ring and whispered, "William, I did it." He slapped my hand away, sneering. "Pathetic." "Let’s end this, Whitney." His voice was cold and filled with nothing but disgust. Despite my frozen, trembling body, those words cut through me more deeply than any blade. I looked at the man I once loved with everything I had. The man who now only wanted to be rid of me. "William, we used to love each other so much. Why? Why can’t you just love me a little longer?"

Andrew aggrievedly replied, "He deliberately triggered me, saying he loved you and you loved him. So I fought him, and he made me a bet. He said he would transfer you all the movable property in his name before he went to jail if he lost." I frowned. "Nonsense! I don't love him. I love you!" He did not love me either. If he did, I would have felt it. Andrew chuckled and kissed me. I asked again. "What if you lose?" "I won't lose." I then remembered that he had spent the last two years practicing martial arts every day. I pulled up another text from my phone. "What about this one?" Andrew laughed slyly again. "I agreed to his bet. I said I would transfer all my assets to you if I win."

We have the rest of our lives to figure it out. "I love you most, Rox." THE END.

Just love—deep, steady, earned. And the ocean kept rolling—endless, forgiving—carrying their story forward. One perfect, ordinary, miraculous day at a time. The End

That was more than enough. The End

They acted like a perfect couple, proudly displaying their love to their circle of friends. It had only been two weeks, and Rowan had already buried me in his past. For the first time, I wondered if he had ever truly loved me. Four years together… Was none of it real? A dull ache twisted in my chest. I slowly sat back down and put aside the wine bottle, forcing myself to forget everything. Jillian leaned against the couch, watching me silently. Her gaze lingered for a moment. Then she lowered her eyes, fingers flying across her phone as she typed a message.

After flipping it open, I only read the first line. "To my dearest beloved Sela Wheatley". I didn't read the rest. Instead, I let the letter be buried forever in that torrential summer downpour of this coastal city. From then on, our paths would never cross again. Whatever love and hate remained would drift away with the wind.

“Maybe. But love doesn’t end when we’ve given enough. It ends when we stop trying to make something worth saving.” He knelt beside Travian and pressed their foreheads together. The faint glow of their souls mingled — silver and gold intertwining, flickering like two stars clinging to each other before collapse. Travian’s tears slipped down his cheeks, warm against the cold morning. His voice was barely a breath. “Then take me with you. If this is where it ends, let it end for us both.” Soren closed his eyes. His thumb brushed along Travian’s jaw. “It won’t end for us,” he murmured. “Not truly.”