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By the time I finally slammed the phone shut, a sudden, booming noise echoed from the courtyard below. The loud, synchronized honking of heavy engines shattered the silence of the estate. I rushed to the narrow hallway window and gasped. A massive convoy of black luxury SUVs was rolling up the gravel driveway. Diego was already here. Panic seized my chest. I ran down the long corridor toward Diego's master suite, my breath coming in short, terrified gasps. The room was massive, featuring high ceilings, a king-sized canopy bed, and expensive mahogany furniture. I grabbed a duster and a bucket of polish, frantically wiping down the main desk, my hands shaking so hard I almost spilled the liqui

Will he ever regret for what he did to Luna. What will happen between Melissa and Gabriel? Will she forgive him or move on. Indeed there are many questions. But your lovely author is ready to answer them. Oh no. Not with words but with my new story. Like I already once told you guys I have other plans for Hunter and that was my plan. A New Dark Romance Story of Hunter Knight. Monstrous Love. Monstrous Love is not a sequel of Billionaire's Madness but it's only a story of Hunter knight's life.

What a genius Paul is. I knew he was gonna lie, but I had no idea that It was going to be crazy. “Now this sounds better. And please, no protection. Wanna feel it skin to skin,” Angela insisted before ending the call. That was the part that loosened all the nuts inside my head. I lost control of myself. Deep down, I knew I was going crazy, even without anyone telling me. After the telephone conversation, Susan and Paul stayed quiet and waited for me to make the final decision.

Her mother had shown up behind her without her noticing, with a bundle of freshly picked gardenias in hand, “When you graduated from college, you came to me crying and told me you didn't want it anymore.” Anise ran her fingers over the curled edges of the pages. It was only then that she noticed a relatively recent handwriting on the last page. “I’m sorry it took me a decade to see this.” It was written with a firm stroke, though there were signs that the writer’s hand was trembling. It was the same writing as the wedding card she received. The wind combed through the sycamore trees and made sounds that resembled the sounds of her turning pages in the library in her younger days.

I’m not even sure what any of this means, and already leveraging my Sinclair status feels unnatural. “Should I?” She questions smugly, her wicked smile fixed firmly on her face. “I’ll take that into consideration when I see this disaster of a marriage play out.” The news story switches to something else, an interview with bestselling author Nicco Moretti on his latest book in his Owl Hunter series, but I can’t muster the emotion needed to feel happy about it. I rush out the door, hearing The Madame’s cruel laugh as I make my way back to Evelyn’s car.

I had been prepared to go through a romance book with raunchy scenes that were custom made for a female audience to giggle over. March Madness was about a housewife that resented her husband and marriage and was slowly finding herself again. It was well written. But it wasn’t what I would have ever imagined London wrote. Not even in a million years. It just felt like every other too serious work of fiction that were supposed to get reviews like, “outstanding masterpiece” “a thought inducing read”

Milady, I know you don't know me and probably will never know me or hear from me after this, but there is something you need to know. My name is Scarlet and I am a bar wench down by the taverns. Your Austin talks about you often, and I know many things about you. The reason I do is because he has slept with me time and again while he was looking for you and assumed you never wanted to see him again. He has no intention of telling you any of this for fear that you will never trust him again. I hope you get all that you deserve, milady. Scarlet

“From now until forever, whether in good or bad times, rich or poor, in health or sickness, happy or sad, I will always love you, cherish you, and be faithful to you, forever and ever.” “No!” A screech interrupted the sweet atmosphere. Aaron ran into the wedding as if he had exhausted all his energy. “How did you get in?” The security of this island was very strict. Everyone had to be verified before entering. “I swam here. It took me an hour! Do you know how desperate I felt in the ocean? But when I thought about you, Elena, I managed to persevere.” Aaron almost got down on his knees. “I really can’t lose you anymore. Please don’t marry him. Please come home to me.”

“Oh my God.” “That was actually Callista Madden.” “Why didn’t you shut the hell up?!” “I didn’t recognize her…I should have noticed the bag earlier!” “Well congratulations, you just insulted a billionaire to her face!” “My life is fucking ruined.” The noise of the wedding hall crashed over me like waves, the entire place smelled like money. Crystal chandeliers glowed above a massive ballroom, white roses decorating every damn corner like the place had been dipped in a florist’s fantasy. Photographers moved around like hungry flies, cameras flashing. And right there stood the bride and groom on a raised platform.

Zai shouted like a mad woman. Madison shut the book closed. The sound became muffled and then stopped. “I owe you nothing,” Madison murmured. She had made a mistake. Her curiosity had led her into a trap. Whoever said it was a good thing to explore, Madison thought sarcastically. *-*-*-*-*-*-*-*