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he said as he stand up grabbing my hand pulling me somewhere. "You are confused and that is because you don't understand what you want but as I have said I am here by your side" what is he talking about? He stopped in his garden and went to a row of white flowers and picked three of them before he comes back and handed them to me. "Three for I love you and the color represents how sincere I am. What I have said is pure from the bottom of my heart" after saying those he hugged me while I remain silent in shock.

He started moving those fingers, watching me with lust filled eyes. "Slowly, my hatred for you turned into fondness. You became my rock. You became my home. You know when you bought me a car? There was a picture of you in the glove compartment. When I got really angry, I touched myself and wiped my fingers on your face in the photo. I love confessing my sins to you. I secretly love when you tell me what to do. I love when you tell me to call you daddy. I love you so much Geo. You are the only love of my life. " "Fuck." He cursed and placed his tongue between my legs, probably because of what I said about his photo. He bit my clit and I screamed.

“Does that mean you love me?" Ainara couldn’t answer. “Because I love you, Pilar. So much it hurts.” Ainara’s tears spilled, her fury tangled with longing. She hated him for being right, hated herself for wanting him, but in that moment, in that kiss, she knew the truth she had been running from: she could never truly let him go. “I do. I love you, Andres.” She continued to sob. “But we can't be together. It's not just because our parents are together.”

Anger mixed with confusion as I reread his name, over and over, hoping it would somehow make sense. What kind of twisted game was this? I glanced up at the clock. Juan would be home soon. My fiancé, my steady rock, the man who treated me with kindness, respect, and love. A safe haven in my once-chaotic life. He was everything Vito wasn’t—stable, predictable, dependable. So why, when I read Vito’s name, did my pulse race in a way Juan had never made it? Why was my heart beating so fast it hurt?

The storm raged outside, but inside the car… something new began to grow. Not fear. Not hate. But something dangerously close to love.

It wasn’t gentle. It was years of anger and betrayal, twisted up with desperate need and reckless, reckless want. Dominic’s hands gripped my hips, lifting me onto the glass table, scattering papers and photographs everywhere. I gasped as the cold surface kissed my skin, but it was nothing compared to the heat burning between us. His mouth moved over mine with ruthless precision, claiming, devouring. I kissed him back just as fiercely, pouring every fractured emotion into it—every broken vow, every twisted desire.

Just then I remember something, I rush to my room and grab my phone, searching for Venessa korren's birthday. “ Yes, got it” I rush back to his room and input the date and it work. I'm supposed to be happy thst I opened the safe but why do I feel sad? Is it becausehe has another woman in his heart or not. I shake my head and give myself a knock, “ why the fuck do you care if he's still in love with a dead person or not? It's not as if you’re in love with him or maybe I really do,” I mutter to myself and then begin to search for thr flash drive.

She was also not able to understand these strange feelings developing in her heart. Eric Wayden was the one she had always dreamt to be her husband since the day they begin to date each other. He was a perfect boy that every girl would want as their husband. He was well-mannered, smart, handsome, and successful too. There was not a single reason for her to feel what she was feeling at that moment. "Nia!! Nia!!! Where are you girl?" said a voice while opening the door of that room. It brought Nia out of her thoughts and she looked in the direction of the door of her room. She had recognized this voice as she stood up to receive that person.

But 2 weeks deep into a 30 day isolation with a man, can make a grown woman lose her senses. His lips crashed down on mine rough and hard , hands coming up to grip my neck. His tongue pushed into my mouth pushing and caressing against my tongue in a way that made my panties flood with my wetness. His lips moved against mine hard, I match the pace kissing him with equal desire. Hate , desire, tension and need fueling swelling within us as the bodies crashed together. My late husband wrote this trap into his will, thinking we would rip each other's throat to claim what was rightfully mine! Instead we were tearing each other's clothes off.

She knows she will never reject such an offer like that. “Discard the invite,” Melissa's father said, and Lauren gasped. The man looks at her with disdain, and she quickly rushes away. She went to a corner when no one could see her and she read the letter again and again. She brought out her little phone and searched for the person. Truly, he is really rich, she gasps at his beauty. “He is really rich and handsome,” Lauren mumbled to herself. She squeezes the letter in her hand with one thing in her mind. To take advantage of the proposal.