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I wanted to be your partner, not your project. He turned the page. You made me feel beautiful and broken at the same time. And that contradiction lived in me like wildfire." Page after page, her voice bleed through. Raw. Honest. Forgiving in some places. Devastating in others. By the time she was finished, Killian was holding the book with white knuckles. If you ever find your way back to me, I won't make it easy. Because love shouldn't be easy. But if you're still willing to fight. then maybe we have a chance."

This is just the beginning, loving the billionaire series continues with: Book 2: A Game With The Billionaire (Emma and Jeremy) Book 3: Taming the Billionaire (Nicole and Xavier) and possibly two more for Ethan and Nicholas. Until then, stay smart like Arya and Wanda, sweet and kind like Clara, and maybe, just maybe a little cray cray like Anna and Alisha (minus the murders, obviously!) See you in the next one!

[This chapter contains mature content‼️, please skip if you are uncomfortable reading it.] Lucas Hayes pushed her towards his bedroom with so much urgency. He pushed her towards the wall as his hands grabbed her boobs. He was too rough in his actions. Elaina Moore was mourning loudly from the pleasure she was receiving. He pushed her on the big bed and then tore her dress into shreds.

I groaned, blinking against the dim glow of the streetlight spilling through the window. My jaw throbbed, my ribs ached, and my head felt like it had been slammed against concrete—because it had. Noah, That bastard. I pushed myself up from the cold floor, coughing as the taste of blood covered my tongue. My fingers grazed my split lip, the sting confirming the damage. Alice was gone. And so was Noah. Good. I wasn’t in the mood to deal with either of them. Not yet. I stumbled toward the door, ignoring the dull pulse behind my eyes. My car wasn’t there. Of course, it wasn’t. Noah probably had the damn keys.

Hi!!! Just wanted to pop in and say thank you for taking the time to read my work. This is the final book in my Unspoken Trilogy. Hope you enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it!! Book 1 - Unspoken Promises Book 2 - Unspoken Truths Book 3 - Unspoken Desires If you’re starting this novel without reading the previous books - you may get a little lost with all the characters and the fast paced events. ——————————- Chapter 1

It wasn’t long before sleep was overtaking me. The room is cold and covered in darkness. I search for a way out or for someone to help me, but there’s nothing. Rubbing my hands up and down my arms to not only fight the cold but the fear that grips my heart. Why am I here, and how did I get here are the questions that swirl around in my head. I keep walking with no end in sight. Then the unthinkable happens. Hands reach from out of the darkness to grip my neck. I fight to get them off. The more I fight, the more they tighten. My lungs are burning as I fight for air. There’s no face, just hands that are trying to take my life. I keep trying to fight, but I’m losing the battle. I feel myself a

I dropped to the floor, crying so hard I couldn’t breathe, the weight of all her words pressing down on me. Clara knelt beside me, tears falling from her eyes, but she didn’t speak again. She let me cry, and every second of silence made me feel the truth even more. *** **** After Clara had let me cry my heart out, letting me spill everything I had been holding in, I felt hollow and broken—but also strangely sharper, like my edges had been sharpened against the pain. She brought me back to my house, living me alone to sink into my harsh reality. It was late. The house was quiet, except for the soft ticking of the living room clock. I sat on the sofa, still shaken from earlier, my hands wrappe

I have a few more games to play. The hall stays silent, a heavy sort of stillness that settles after the morning meds are passed around. The group room stays locked for cleaning, so I head back to my room, strip down, and step under the shower. Hot water runs over me, chasing away the traces of last night—Camilla’s perfume, her touch, her hunger.

"That is against the law." "Fuck the law!" I turned around and pushed the chair aside, simply because it was in my way. "Shanks." My fingers trembled as I threw the door open. It slammed against the wall. Daniel, one of the venators who just wanted to see Suzanne in the hospital room, looked up startled. I ignored him and his questioning look, just as I ignored Reese Ruf as I stomped down the corridor. "Damn it, Shanks, stop!"

she said. Caitlin felt her heart breaking inside. She couldn't believe how much had happened so fast. Just hours ago she’d been having one of the greatest times of her life. Watching Romeo and Juliet. Meeting Shakespeare. Celebrating her engagement party, all of her family and friends so close. She had felt truly happy and secure, as if nothing could ever change. And then, it was as if a storm had hit. First, Violet. Then, Scarlet. Scarlet's illness had taken Caitlin's mind off of Violet and Caleb. But now, she thought of him.