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She whispers, but I get her feeling. It takes a lot for Hazel to open up with anyone. If she is saying or confessing her love for anyone, then I must say that person genuinely wins a Nobel Prize. In my eyes, that’s the greatest thing to do. Making Hazel secure enough so she can be vulnerable enough to talk about her feelings is an outstanding achievement for humanity. And Brian did that. He did the same thing with my heart, too. With his silly words, stupid behavior, annoying frown, bad temper, cute smile, intense sex, sweet gestures, hungry kisses, unlimited tolerance for my rubbish, he wins my heart in a heartbeat.

Harry shifted in his seat, “He's been working for us for over a week now and I wanted to know if he's doing a great job.” This is your chance, Ana. Ana told herself as her grip tightened on the cutleries. This is your chance to get rid of him. To get away from unrequited love. To stop this madness. It's just been a week and this man is already driving me crazy. This is my chance to get rid of him. But… why can't I? I want to see him every day… in that flawless suit of his… looking so handsome and professional! Only if he loves me back. Only if…

On an abandoned road, a black Jeep Wrangler was speeding in the opposite direction from the city of North Bay. The atmosphere outside was calm with nothing visible in the sight except for the illuminated road and vast spread of darkness. A beautiful girl was lying in the backseat of the car. Her fair skin was looking like porcelain under the light coming from the full moon. Her eyes were covered with a black cloth and her limbs were tied with ropes. She was wearing a beautiful wedding gown and looked like a fallen angel. She was not sleeping but unconscious.

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.

An orchestra swelled as Hugo slipped the alexandrite ring onto my finger—now with the wholehearted blessing of two families joined in laughter and tears. Beside me, Cecil wept quietly. Behind the stage, Holly offered a knowing smile. Nicky merely inclined his head, jaw clenched—he would never be at ease with my crossing into the enemy’s stronghold. That night the sea mirrored the yacht’s lights like falling stars. And that night, I was Ana, the woman they loved. Hugo… he would be the man featured in many chapters yet to come—the Chapter of Revenge.

Heartbroken, they had devoted themselves to caring for her, hoping she would recover. But one day, the girl had died of a heart attack. After that, the couple had lost their minds. Whenever they saw a young blind woman, they would lure her home and force her to live as their daughter… Until eventually, they were sent to a psychiatric hospital. But their twisted behavior caught the eye of a wealthy madman who liked to toy with people. He secretly moved them to a remote island, hired doctors, and forced innocent young women into deep hypnosis so they would believe this couple was truly their parents while simultaneously ensuring their blindness would only last a week.

I'll like to see how that courage and hate will turn into lust for me". Elara's eyes fluttered shut for a second, trying to block him out, but the heat of his body, the scent of blood and wine and that dark cologne, pressed in on her from every side. She felt the rough pad of his thumb slide slowly up and down the column of her throat, not choking now, just stroking, possessively, like he was petting something he already owned. Her pulse jumped under his touch, traitorously fast, and she hated how loud it sounded in her ears. "I'd like to see how much of me you can take in your tiny throat"

Her screams sounded pleasurable to Emilia's ears as a smile appeared on her face. Compared to what they had done to her, this was just a tip of the iceberg. Emilia walked away with a smug smile plastered on her face. For the first time in months, she felt genuinely happy. She wasn't curled up in a corner of her room crying or regretting. She hadn't taken more than two steps when her hair was yanked backwards by Mirabel. Jason looked incredibly annoyed as he saw everyone staring at them. His efforts to separate the duo proved abortive as they refused to let go of each other.

“Let it be what it is.” In that space, tangled together, teasing, laughing softly, pressing close, brushing fingertips along skin, Imani felt it—the delicate balance of desire, jealousy, love, and intimacy, mingling, stretching through them. She had never felt more alive. The night moved slowly, deliberately, each movement a small, thrilling pulse of connection, building a rhythm that was playful and intense, tender and daring.