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Kisha didn’t know where she was going, she only knew she couldn’t stay at home. The argument with Corey had ended hours ago, but his words were still circling inside her head. To conquer the world together is a great deal. She wanted to prove him wrong by letting him witness what she had just seen. She had even pretended to believe him. But now, walking alone through the busy streets of Stark City, she realized how deeply those words had reached. The evening crowd moved around her. Cars honked, people laughed, street vendors called out to passing customers and music drifted from an open shop. But Kisha heard none of it clearly. She simply walked, one street became another, then another. She

Crystal leaned sweetly against Charlie and said in a coy voice, “Don’t fall for it. Kendall has always wanted to be Mrs. Boyd. “She just wants the name. “If you give in once, you’ll have to do it for the rest of your life.” A look of sudden realization flashed in Charlie’s eyes, quickly turning into smug pride. “After the ceremony, change into another dress. A wedding gown tainted by a madman is filthy!” Before I could speak, he wrapped an arm around Crystal’s waist and squeezed her hip with a laugh. “Kendall is going to the church with the madman. I’m not interested in the show. I’m heading to the office for a meeting!” He strode out laughing, not sparing me a single glance.

|Ever| Oh. My. God! My lungs freeze. The air in my room turns cold. I reread the headline, and my gaze lingers on four words. "Billionaire. Singer. Thomas. Knights." The name howls inside my skull. The man from last night. The Rolex. The tuxedo— A scream escapes my lips, and my phone slips from my numb fingers, thudding against the carpet. I'm fucking screwed. "Sweetie, is everything okay?"

There was a bottle of sparkling water to go with, accompanied with a glass of orange juice. The sight had managed to put a smile on my weary face, with form soon tearing off the bed, moving closer to the mobile table. There was a note sticking out under the plate. Amidst all, my heart calls and yearns for you. It’s you and I on this Journey that seems puzzling, yet, in you I find every certainty. I love you, always. Cameron. Since when did he turn a poet? And only then did the door get pushed open, and in walked that figure I longed to see, a grin on that prepossessing face of his.

Danna immediately noticed it and chuckled, meeting my gaze. She mouthed the word "Later," assuring me that she would share the intriguing details soon. “My peace of mind could never,” The room was alive with the sounds of keyboards clicking, mouse being used, and pens scribbling on paper. It was evident that everyone around me was engrossed in their work, driven by pressing deadlines they needed to meet. The busy atmosphere made it clear that there was no room for distractions or idle chatter, that’s why I tried to keep as quiet as possible.

I was willing to sacrifice a bit of my comfort for this plan to work. Night deepened, and though my eyes were closed, I remained awake. A moment later, I caught a whiff of a strange perfume filling the room. The scent permeated the air, prompting me to turn my head to the side. There, I saw Maddie, clothed only in a thin satin sheet, walking seductively towards me. Despite the apparent allure of her body, I wasn't amused. Maddie continued her slow approach until she was within reach, attempting to touch my chest.

There was no way I would have been so calm, just playing on my phone now. A flicker of worry crossed his face, but he shook it off. He walked up to me and took my phone. "Jen, Suzanne is trying to talk to you. Can you set the game down?" I frowned. Just as I was about to say something, I saw the bouquet on my bed. A cold wave of horror washed over me. The crimson roses stood out sharply against the pure white blanket. In an instant, I was thrown back to that frozen winter. Mom stood at the roof's edge, and then she jumped. Her body fell through the cold air and crashed into a bed of roses.

I knew he was asking silly questions to understand my mood He studied me for a second longer than felt comfortable. Then shrugged. “Doesn’t matter.” Back to his phone. I looked back at the book. One breath. Two. Three. A woman in London. I thought about every moment I had filed carefully away like something precious. The kitchen floor. The garden. The balcony. All those quiet spaces where I had let myself believe I was being seen, really seen, for the first time in years. And the whole time. The whole time there had been a woman in London.

Thanks to all of you who read this book to the very end. Novel may not remember anything, but her heart knows she belongs to Alexei. Love is beautiful, and I hope each of you finds a love that fills your heart with happiness—a love your heart can recognize even when your mind cannot. Thank you all for your support. You can also check out my other book, I'm Your Brother's Wife, Dear Ace. Thank you! 😊

The same odor that was all over Reed’s office. Maddie burst in an hour later, glanced at my face and groaned. "Oh no. You've got that look again." "What look?" “The look that says you’re in way over your head and you know it but are going to dive deeper anyway.” She dropped onto her bed. "What happened?" I showed her the book. Her eyes went wide. "Holy shit. Is that what I think it is?" "A first edition, yeah." "And he just gave it to you? Out of nowhere?"