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"I love you." THE END

I wanted to be the one he claimed with that terrifying, absolute hunger. I turned and walked away, a predatory smile curling my lips. Aria might have him for now, but she had always been naive. She thought love was about vulnerability and trust. She didn't realize that a man like Damien wasn't something you loved—he was something you conquered. And I had always been a conqueror.

I clenched my hands and decided to be civilised. “What party?” I asked. “A family and business gathering. The purpose is simple, it's a good opportunity to introduce you.” He slipped his hands into his pockets, his eyes sharp on me. “You’re going to be my wife. Everyone needs to believe it was love at first sight… so much that we couldn’t wait another day to marry. That is the story so just stick to that.” I crossed my arms, raising an eyebrow. “Love at first sight, huh? Sounds very romantic for a man nicknamed "Manhattan's Biggest Playboy.”

“If we can’t break them apart… we break everything around them.” And she hung up. War, after all— Wasn’t won by love. It was won by who was willing to destroy more.

I muttered, my voice barely audible. He turned on the music, a slow jazz tune filling the car. "Your favourite," he grinned. My eyes narrowed at him this time. "Aren't you doing too much?" I asked, trying to sound nonchalant and unimpressed. I was definitely impressed. It was even my favourite song. He chuckled lightly. "Just trying to win you over," he admitted. "Don't treat me like a....” “A princess," he completed the words. “I know that. I’m just trying to act like your lover.”

Many people say that falling in love is not wrong. All beings have the right to feel love. It's not wrong to fight for love, until the end. It's not something wrong if love can or can't be reciprocated. However, why should Reo get social punishment? He just fell in love, and tried to fight for his love. Although the idol of the heart is called unusual if it is Reo who loves him.

Krist held his hand tightly in response. Everything felt like a rush, but neither of them wanted it to stop. Nothing was being slowed down, as the two of them kept going. The hear tin the room quickly rose as the two felt their love each other sky rocket. They have finally reached that point in their relationship; they have finally made love.

Opposite of Chris, who looked negligible hurt as earlier when he asked if I am his cousin's wife or not. "Serve the food," Andrew ordered, slowly we all dug into our plates. "So..." Chris began, chewing his steak, "Elina is the love you were talking about, Andrew?" He nodded happily. "Yes, I am very lucky to have her and she loves me too." I parted my lips to deny it when Andrew indicated me to stop by squeezing my thighs under the table, "No Elina?" "Ye-yeah, I love him." I shutter a bit which did not notice by anyone.

He wanted to be normal, he wanted to run away from all his princely duties. He wasn't a man of war or politics, he had the soul of a poet, a lover and that of a loving father. He wanted true love. Richard stared at the sculpture of Hiloh resting on its plinth. Beside it was a mystical fountain which was the garden's source of beauty. Richard moves towards it staring at the waters at it's base. He could see his reflection his natural self, all was perfect except his crown and his too luxurious robe. He disturbs the water with his left hand causing ripples. He observes how the ripples travel around the water. This gave him his hundredth definition of love. "A touch, thousand of uniform ripples

"But what you can give me isn't for you to decide, but me. Right now, I just want freedom. I don't want anything else." In the end, she just did not need Randall. Love was something that could not be forced in the first place. No matter how powerful Randall was and how many people he killed to gain power, he could not have Rowena's heart. Rowena's heart was much more stubborn than the average heart. How many people could resist four years of marriage, wealth, and power? She had refused to give even an inch to Randall. That woman was his weakness; the greatest challenge he had faced in life.