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Shining with an emotion I couldn’t name. Then he reached for my hand. Pressed a kiss against my knuckles. And finally said, “I promise.” I wanted to believe him. God help me, I wanted to. But something deep inside me whispered that promises were only as strong as the people making them. And for the first time in seven years… I wasn’t sure Damian believed his own. Hours later, Elena and Noah slept peacefully. But Damian remained awake. Sitting alone in the darkness. His phone illuminated his face. A single message glowed on the screen.

"Promise me you will not let him win. Promise me." I had promised. Of course I had promised. What else do you say to your dying brother, holding his hand in a room that smelled like antiseptic and quiet grief, except yes, I promise, whatever you need, I will not let this be the end of the story. I had not known, in that moment, what the promise would actually cost. I had not known it would take four years, a journal hidden in a storage unit, a marriage I would deliberately insert myself into the wreckage of, a contract, a fake engagement that had stopped being fake somewhere along the way without my fully noticing when.

More to stop myself from falling than to push him away. "Stop calling me that," I said. "You don't get to use pet names when you've broken everything." His grip tightened. Not harsh, just possessive. And I hated how my body leaned into him despite everything. "I remember how you begged," he murmured. "Should I remind you?" "You're sick." "Maybe. But I'm the sickness you keep crawling back to." He brushed his lips against my neck. Not a kiss, just the whisper of a deadly promise. I flinched, not from fear but from the way my thighs clenched.

A fortune-teller once told me that in the seventh year of my marriage, my husband would abandon me and fall in love with someone else. Back then, Mario Brasco, still young and hot-headed, kicked the fortune-teller's table over and snapped, "Nonsense! I would never do anything to betray Alessia." Years later, he became the Don whose name alone made others tremble. Yet to me, he was the man who loved me to the bone, who couldn't bear to see even a frown on my face.

I was speechless and at a loss for words. "No matter what your decision would be. I trust you to know what's best for you." He returned his gaze to the road again. "I won't suggest to you what you should do or not but just know I will always be there for you. And no matter the circumstances, I'd wait for you. And don't worry, it's a personal decision." He smiled. "Don't be so surprised and don't worry about anything. I'll always be there for you, it's a promise." Clarion repeated and tears instantly filled my eyes. "Thank you, Clarion." I smiled tearily and he smiled.

We had overcome the darkest depths of betrayal, and now, we were ready to embrace the light of a future built on trust, love, and the promise of a life together, untainted by revenge and deceit. The Billionaire's Promise had been fulfilled, not just in the love that bloomed between Victor and me, but in the redemption that came from standing up against the forces that sought to break us. Our journey had been arduous, but it had led us to a place where love triumphed over revenge, and where the wounds of the past could finally heal.

Just when we thought we had reached the pinnacle of our contentment, a letter arrived at our doorstep—a letter that would unravel the peace we had fought so hard to attain. I opened the envelope, my heart pounding in my chest. The words on the page sent a chill down my spine. It was a message from someone we never expected to hear from again—Cassandra, the woman who had once sought to destroy our love. She wrote of regret and redemption, claiming to have changed her ways and seeking forgiveness for the pain she had caused. Skepticism warred with compassion within me as I considered her words. Could she truly have changed? Was this a genuine plea for reconciliation, or another elaborate ruse?

Her hands pushed into his chest aggressively as they kept on kissing intensifyingly. (Privacy matters.) **** WOULD THERE BE MORE OF ALEXANDRA'S AND LIAM'S STORIES? THE GREATEST MARRIAGE IN HISTORY FILLED WITH LOVE AND BEAUTY!!! THE JORDANS STORY IS SIMPLY AN ENCOURAGEMENT TO ALL LOVE BIRDS OUT THERE..... HA HA HA...KEEP IT UP. THE END!!! AUTHOR'S NOTE: Exactly how I planned it. His Broken Promise had been a pure rollercoaster for me and I'm pretty sure you would agree with me. To all my readers, thank you all so much for sticking with me right from the beginning of this book to the end.

She couldn't hold back anymore and came all over his fingers. Anthony looked at the woman who was leaned over the desk. She was slightly panting. Beads of sweat formed on her forehead, and her cheeks were flushed. He made her come so hard his fingers were slick with her juices. He wiped his hand and proceeded to touch her, but she slapped his hand away. "You're the worst!" she pouted. So adorable, he thought. "I'm sorry, Faith. I broke my promise. Will you forgive me?" he took her hand and squeezed it.

“We’ll arrive on time. I’ll do everything I can to help.” A tremor went through him. He lifted his face and studied me with the most peculiar expression. Then he threw me for a loop when he said, “No. You’ll do nothing that puts your own life at risk.” His hand on my hip went taut before he jostled me gently. “Promise me, Nicolette. You must remain safe at all times.” I blinked in confusion. “Farrow, where is this coming from? Relax, my love. I hardly think crying into a cauldron to help a potion brewer save your mother will put me at risk.”