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Silvia asked G as a relationship was never in her book while G took a sip. "No." "Why not?" "I don't go against my words." He calmly told her while Silvia sighed. "I don't love you." "What is your definition of love?" G questioned Silvia who looked at him a MD thought for a second. "I don't have any definition for love. Love is just love for me. If I fell in love with anyone than I will be in love. But if I don't than I am not going to lie about it." "That's great. Now I know what I need to do."

Gianna shifted the thin strap of her panties to the side, her fingers brushing against Bernard's hard dick. She wrapped her hand around it, feeling the hardness, the heat, the way the veins popped along its length. God, she loved this. Loved the weight of it in her hand, the way it throbbed under her touch. She felt the sticky liquid at the tip and smiled. He wanted this just as much as she did. For a moment, she had the thought to lick it, to take him in her mouth and make him lose his mind. But the way her pussy throbbed, aching and wet, she couldn't wait. She needed to feel him inside her. That very second.

Greg grins, "A little souvenir." I pick it up, It says Love Is A Game." Chase rubs his hands together. "Well, we're opening it." Within minutes, the cards and pieces are spread across the coffee table. The game turns out to be a mixture of fun questions, silly challenges, and guessing games for couples. It isn't embarrassing in the slightest—just wonderfully light-hearted. One round has Greg and me trying to guess each other's favorite desserts. "I know this one," Greg says confidently.

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They want to ruin me in every way possible. Their hands punish. Their lips taunt. Their bodies ruin. But the worst part? A part of me likes it. This isn’t a love story. It’s a game of power, pain, and obsession. And I’m about to lose everything. Even my heart. And when one of them decides that’s what he exactly wants, maybe he’ll get it too. After all, the Lords always get what they want. And this time… they want me. __________________ Disclaimer This book is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to real persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental. All characters, settings, and incidents are the product of the author's imagination.

These emotions were a tangle of loss, oppression, powerlessness and greed. The pieces of the game suddenly moved and I finally realized why I had said all that while it was Carlos who accompanied me during those 3 years. It was the fundamental thorn in my heart and the essence of my love, even if that love was initially misplaced. Lucy was right. Either André's appearance in my life was fate, And his purpose had been to connect me with Carlos. This conclusion led to the emergence of a crack in the carefully guarded passion I still had 9 years ago.

Did he not remember those times he moaned it with pleasure? It was clear as day that Gian did not care about her at all. She was just one of the many girls in his long list of conquests. "Gian could be pretty charming if he wanted to. But what I figured out long ago was he sees love as a game. He's only having a good time." "He's only having a good time." Eloisa could feel the tears building up from behind her eyes. But she forced herself not to let Gian get the best of her.

"She left because she at least had some shame, something you lack. You're the most selfish person I know Jonathan. Loving you was my undoing." "Love. Do you even know what love is? The only thing you wanted was not to lose. Everyone knew whom my heart belonged to and you wanted to pride yourself as the one who won in the end. You did everything you could to get us married because you didn't want to lose what was just a game to you. But love isn't a game Eva." "What is it then, a feeling? The result of overactive hormones? All of that is fleeting jon. you were so blinded by it that you failed to see the bigger picture. That woman could have done nothing for you, or the company."

LILY’S POV After what had just happened, I was shaking, my legs were weak, and I was wet. I felt bad that I had let it get this far again. The game—his game—had started again. The one he used to play with me years ago. I swore I would never fall in love with that person again. Ten games. Ten twisted games he loved to play. They came rushing back into my mind like a dark shadow I couldn’t shake. These are the ten games:

I smile back at her through the mirror, as she places the pretty, purple orchid among the neat up-do she’s given me. “Oh, sweetheart, marriage is about far more than just the vows. It’s about a love in your heart that overflows. It’s perseverance against all odds. Marriage is not easy. Especially, to a man like Manfred Valderrama.” She smiles and steps back so she can admire her work. “I do love him, you know. We aren’t just getting married because of the baby.” I stroke my bump affectionately, it’s too big to hide now and sticks out rather prominently from the white dress Manfred had shipped over, with the rest of the supplies from the mainland.