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he explained, his words landing like a blow to my chest. My heart sank as I struggled to process his revelation. Girlfriend? He had a girlfriend? The realization hit me like a wave, leaving me feeling hurt and blindsided. While I grappled with the pain of unrequited love, Atlas appeared unaffected. Of course, he would be—he couldn't possibly understand the depths of my anguish. After all, it was only me who harbored unrequited feelings for him.

I just… wanted to know and one thing I didn't regret was that I did it. And the fact that i’ll do it a second time without a second thought was what bothered me a great deal. Why him of all people? I went to the club to forget everything that happened or at least pretend to. The music was loud enough to drown out my thoughts, and the drinks hit just right. Then there was that brunette. bold, flirty, the kind of girl who didn’t bother pretending she wasn’t interested. One thing led to another, and she ended up in my bed. Her red lips had caught my attention earlier, and for a moment, I thought maybe this time will be different. Maybe I’d actually feel something.

His fingers toyed with the lingerie, reminding me of our supposedly unforgettable past. Still, if we were to look at the situation carefully, wouldn't it be Dominic who was jealous? Wasn't he the one clutching at the past, even deliberately traveling to Northbrook? I folded my arms but secretly brushed my foot against Maxwell's calf. A powerful desire for revenge suddenly surged within me. With his broad shoulders, narrow waist, and striking long legs, Maxwell possessed a dangerous, almost predatory beauty in his eyes. That made me question—what could possibly make him less than Dominic?

Anything else. That’s when I remember the library book I should’ve returned weeks ago. The librarian’s probably going to bite my head off—but honestly? I don’t care. I’ve read that book so many times, I could quote it in my sleep. The romance between the Prince of England and the American president’s son… what started as hate turned into something powerful, something unstoppable. A love so intense, not even the gods could break them apart. I dream of a love like that. But in my messy little life, it feels impossible.

I was kind of put off about the fact that he never told me but I guess it was never easy to reveal something as big as this to the person your heart was bound to. His heart was mine. He had no choice but to love me. And I felt drawn to him too. No, not just drawn, I loved him with my everything. He was the first person to love me. The first person to hold my hand and tell me he loved me with all my insecurities and scars included. He didn’t even see them. I couldn't get mad at him for not telling me. I was his mate. And that was a huge deal. He could never hate me. And he never did either.

At this point, my face was as red as a tomato. No one ever told me but I definitely knew what happened between a male and a female from all the books I had sneaked into the castle and read. We stayed in that position as people kept coming to the table for snacks. It's a wonder no one had become aware of my disappearance. "What's your name, darling?" he asked so suddenly and ended up startling me. I didn't know what to say. This stranger obviously didn't know who I was because he couldn't see my face. It made me wonder if he would still hold me the way he's doing right now if he found out that I was the Alpha's daughter. Would he push me away? As crazy as this sounded, I didn't want him to le

"Nanny, please. Don’t remind me. I’m trying to forget that ever happened." "Forget? Oh no, my dear. You can't forget something like that. This is fate, darling! You slept with him, and now he’s your boss? You couldn't write a better romance novel if you tried!" she exclaims, practically bouncing in her seat. I stab at my food. "This isn’t a romance novel, Nanny. This is my life, and I’m just trying to do my job without embarrassing myself."

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I asked. “Another one of his historical smuts.” Henry replied, raising his voice to grab Ron’s attention. “This is fine historical literature not smut.” I snorted at that. “Fine historical literature my ass.” Henry said. Hen was right. I had once searched for a book in Ron’s vast library that did not involve a Duke being wickedly seduced by a temptress or a Highlander spilling his seeds into a moaning fair maiden and had not found any. Not that I was complaining, they were quite educative.

“She’s… been going through a lot. And I don’t blame her for wanting space. But I love her. I’ve always loved her. Our wedding is going to be the biggest this country’s ever seen.” The audience clapped. Catherine stared in horror. “She’s the only woman I’ve ever wanted to marry. I won’t give up on her, no matter what people say. Love isn’t perfect. Sometimes it’s messy. But I won’t let go.” He paused for dramatic effect, then added: “She’s my fiancée. I’m just giving her time to come home.” Catherine dropped the remote. Her pulse was a thunderstorm. He was rewriting the narrative right in front of the world. And worse—people were eating it up.