Novel & Cerita You Re Mine Book 5201

A room with a blue wall, a floor with red and gold, a large crystalline lining in the ceiling, and four high bookshelves formed L-shaped, as well as a brick kiln on one side of the wall. It’s all so recognizable. Rosetta’s in one of the living rooms inside Lucas's estate. She remembered reading books here while drinking tea. Not the prosperous and luxurious nuances of these days Rosetta saw. Instead of eve straining and strangling the neck, making the feeling Rosetta says something bad will happen.

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My eyes dart to the small window, and I wonder if I can squeeze through it if necessary. Doubtful. There's nowhere for me to go. I'm trapped. "Open the door, Sofia," Roman says. Exhaling in relief, I lunge for the door and turn the handle with shaky fingers. Our eyes meet for a moment, but then mine drop to his bare chest. And then lower to the unfastened fly of his jeans, where I follow the trail of dark hair until it disappears under the denim. Roman clears his throat, and my eyes snap back to his.

The VIP hospital wing felt too clean for a place that should’ve been dripping with pain. I walked across polished marble floors that mirrored me like some reluctant ghost. The air was cold, almost sterile. Just like Claudia. Queen of the frozen world with threats wrapped in silk. I thought I was ready. But my heart still hammered wrong when I stopped in front of a cherrywood door with a small plate: Theo Rodriguez, Suite V.7. I drew in a breath. Once. Twice.

“Then she’d better decide fast if she wants to stay that way.” My chest tightened. The room felt smaller. I could still smell the faint burn of whiskey, the smoke from Luca’s lighter. I wanted to tell them I hadn’t meant to hear, that I would forget everything. But there was no such thing as forgetting here. Joey reached into a drawer and pulled out a thin black leather-bound book. He set it on the desk, flipping it open to a page that looked older than the rest. “Say her name.” “Mina,” Luca said tightly.

I said as she gave me a look, then she nodded her head. “Okay boss, whatever you like. Fifteen minutes.” “Thank you.” I said as I closed the door. Lydia wasn't in my office anymore and I didn’t waste a second. I grabbed my phone. My fingers moved faster than my thoughts, I went straight to the reading app and I saw Inked Heart heart The book loaded instantly, like it had been waiting for me. “The One I Was Never Meant to Love.” My chest tightened again. “Why does that title sound worse today?” I muttered.

Lunch was sent an hour ago but i refused to eat. 8 and half hour... I have counted all the lights in the room. The A.C. outlets as it was centralised system. The number of books in the room. And now I was counting the number of marble stones on the floor. "28 pieces" I whispered to myself. "No, 36" said becky still smiling. "Stop smiling" I shout. She stopped smiling. "Can you call jack at least?" I asked. "For the 50th time, I am not allowed to do that madam" she replied with a smile.

I am no longer sleepy, so I decide to leave my bedroom to find something to entertain myself. Hence, I go to the garden to enjoy the first rays of sunshine while reading online my favorite book, fifty leftovers released. "So early and awake?" comments a male voice from behind me. "And you Too tired from last night?" I ask looking at Viktor who had already sat down next to me. "Mmm, a little" he comments smiling "The truth is that never in my wildest dreams would I have imagined being here, again." "Again?" I ask confused "Judging by the decorations I gather it's Stephen's cabin."

My heart ached with the weight of everything that had happened, but in this moment, surrounded by memories, I felt a glimmer of hope. As I rummaged through the second last box, I found a small, locked journal. It was worn and faded, the leather cover cracked.I forced it open. The handwriting looked familiar.It was Aunt's.I didn't know Aunt kept a journal. I left the last two boxed for another day and climbed back up the stairs, with the journal in my hand, closing the trapdoor behind me.