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"How to get a man of yours? Really? That's the title of the book you are reading while you parked your car on the wrong spot? He said, and everyone in the coffee shop laughed and whispered. Doloris was so embarrassed that she quickly took the book and hid it inside her handbag. She carried her handbag as she knew she could no longer come back to the coffee shop out of embarrassment. She walked out of the coffee shop like someone being chased. The stranger was right behind her. She hated him. Samantha thought she had seen someone who could be her soulmate or her lover, but clearly she was wrong. He was no gentleman at all! He was rude, he was uncultured and she hates him. He read the title of

Sydney What exactly is love? Is it when a man and woman love each other? I understand those, but how does it function in a circumstance like this? I wasn't sure how I was supposed to reconcile my hatred for myself. Yes, we had a strong physical attraction to one other. That could not be denied, but he did not deserve to be hated simply because he was a cunning human being. He made it apparent that he wanted my body and a wife to placate his grandfather. I knew exactly what I was getting myself into when I signed this deal. It seemed pointless to despise him for following through on his contractual commitments.

He replied, tracing a slow circle with his middle finger on my thigh. I took a slow sip of wine.“And how do we trap someone who’s untouchable?” Shane’s fingers slid up my spine and whispered.“Same way we trap anyone. Seduce the monster. Dance with the devil. Make him believe you’re the fire he’s always been afraid to touch.” I smirked, leaning back against the sheets. “And what will you do while I burn?” I asked, arching a brow. Shane leaned down, his lips brushing my ear, then he whispered against it. “I’ll be the gasoline, baby.”

"It will not. This mansion is ours now. Not a prison. Our world. You are my muse forever, Elena. And I am yours." A few weeks later, the published book arrived. I sat in the study with it in my hands. Damien watched me from his desk. I opened it and read the dedication page out loud. "To my muse. The woman who brought darkness to life. Every word is yours." Tears stung my eyes. I looked at him. He stood up and walked over, pulling me into a deep, possessive kiss. His arms wrapped around me tight, like he would never let go. Our story was not over. It was only beginning. In this isolated mansion, wrapped in fog and desire, we had found something real in the middle of all the filth and passion

making Langit determined to always guard that woman’s trust. ~The End~

“But I don’t love you anymore!” My words hit him like a thunderbolt. He stood there, stunned, the light completely fading from his eyes. I stepped past him with my head held high, every step steady. No longer was I the girl who needed his love to survive, but a queen in her own right!

Half-sitting as if to grab the fallen book, he swiftly placed the bug under the cupboard. The memories reeled in his mind and swelled hard. "Shit! Eve trusted you like an idiot, I trusted you like an idiot, but we were fooled by you, Zoey," he whispered to himself, a clear, painful betrayed feeling in his voice. "Eve, always scared of being alone, but you're the one who made her life terrified." A silent tear fell from his chin. "How can you do this to us? Eve cared for you as a sister, and she wants you to be happy, but you returned only pain to her. Why is there so much malice in you, Zoey?" He let out a deep breath and punched his knuckles on the table. "Without knowing all the shitty, fu

I wondered if there was any way to reclaim even a small fragment of that lost freedom. A single tear escaped, rolling down my cheek as I thought of the life I might have had—a life of choice, of genuine love, of unburdened dreams. But that was a lie I could no longer entertain. I had crossed a threshold that could never be uncrossed, binding myself to a future defined by the expectations of others. The weight of the ring on my finger, the coldness in Damien’s eyes, and the rehearsed joy of the ceremony all merged into one crushing certainty: I was trapped.

I girl I wished to be. I paid in cash. I didn't want my transfers to be tracked. By the time I got to the room, the shock started wearing off. And that’s when the anger crawled in. Not at Alexei. Not even at Irina. At Vladimir. Because love—if that’s what this was—wasn’t supposed to feel like control. Or silence. Or protection that looked too much like possession. He lied to me, and it was worse than anything Alexie could have done.

He said. I could feel that he wasn't lying with the way his eyes were trying to sync with his voice but I couldn't trust him. He made me believe that he loves me and wants to stay with me with those same eyes... The same eyes who betrayed me today. I am not going to fall for his charming trap again. Trap... Ash was right... He had a trap for me and I fell for it way too easily. How did I think that someone could love me the same way as Ash?