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"You my innocent sweet Merri went to wallop Stella? Goodness, I refuse to believe it. You've never met her. You—" Merri sighed. "I know it's disappointing and it isn't how a wife should act but I could not help it. I feel regretful of my actions perhaps I could have handled my anger more accordingly." "What triggered this?" "She is a nonce!" Merrigold spat. "I'm aware..." "A proud nonce!"

Things were going well, but they needed more time. Why could things never be simple? Merryweather rubbed her hands together and thought of snow. She started to smile. Snow was the perfect answer for a winter love story. Her sister would be so impressed. And probably a little envious, too. The snow was just going to be so good.

And me? I just stood there. Because what was I supposed to feel? Relief? Shock? Gratitude? Or fear… deep, cold fear. Merrin wasn’t a man who forgave easily. He wasn’t a man who spared lives. He ruined lives. He destroyed families. He killed without blinking. And now he was suddenly… wise? Merciful? Praising me? Something was wrong. Very wrong. Merrin lifted his hand again. The cheers softened. “There has been confusion these last few days,” he said. “Let me clear it.”

"Did you have fun with Uncle Collin?" "Yeah! We built the tallest tower ever!" Jaydee exclaimed, his eyes sparkling with excitement. "That's amazing, buddy," Via said, ruffling his hair affectionately. "And what about you, Kaydee? Did you have fun too?" Kaydee nodded enthusiastically, a grin lighting up his face. "Yeah, Mommy! We had so much fun!" Via's heart swelled with love as she watched her children interact with Collin. He had always been so good with them, and she couldn't help but feel grateful for his presence in their lives.

Thank you all for reading my book. This is my second book on good novel and I hope you all enjoy it. 'Quagmire' is a romance novel which possesses a lot of twists, turns, complications but still enough romance to keep it interesting and thrilling. The book is an entire work of fiction and is not intended to make mockery or downgrade any kind of individual.

The words Daisy had spoken felt too exposed and too personal, like her private thoughts had been dragged into the open without permission. But Daisy was far from done. “Why are you acting shy?” Daisy continued, leaning forward with a playful smile. “We are all adults here. There is nothing wrong with wanting something. Just say it clearly.” She waved her hand carelessly. “It doesn’t have to be complicated. It can be an arrangement. A contract. No feelings involved. Like those web-novels we read. Simple and clean.” Merrick suddenly burst out laughing. He tried to stop himself, but the situation was too absurd. To his surprise, Corren laughed too, though he was quieter, more controlled.

I added furniture piece by piece. It was nothing extravagant, but everything had to suit my taste and feel comfortable. Moving day arrived with clear skies. When I carried the last box into my new home and closed that brand new security door that belonged to me alone, the entire world seemed to go quiet. There were no prying eyes, no passive-aggressive arguments, and no suffocating schemes. Just a room filled with sunlight, complete silence, and my own steady breathing. I poured myself a glass of water and settled into the sun-drenched couch, looking around. There were no traces of Arya here and no lingering presence of anyone from the Marlowe family.

It was limited edition merch from one of my favorite romance novels, which basically means it came with a caution label: “Warning, financially devastating. Do not look directly at checkout total.” But he can afford it, so naturally he decided to play Fairy Godmother and drop it into my lap like a casual Tuesday surprise. Which would be sweet — heart-attack-level sweet — if he didn’t seem to think my happiness lives exclusively in the “luxury goods” section of his brain.

At least he is nice. Sometimes after training or after meals, I would find a small surprise in my room. Chocolates, flowers, and books to relieve my boredom. I suspect it was Merideth, or maybe Jamie; they are the only people that have actually shown me any kindness since I’ve been here. Plus, the books were mostly sappy romance novels, which seems more like a Mistress Merideth’s thing. This was not a genre I’d ever read before, and I was quickly finding that I really enjoyed them. They were light and easy, and I didn’t have to think too hard. Yet, I still found myself completely pulled into the ridiculous stories. They gave me something else to think about other than my own horror story. Es