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When did Lever spill coffee on yun? She tilted her head at me. Did you get the wrong person?
Arrogant. Naive. But breathtakingly beautiful
In the days that followed, the challenged every boundary–switched my razor to a pink one, made faces behind me during important video conferences, deliberately paraded around in sheer nightgowns.
Every time, I kept my composure on the surface. But my heart would skip beat.
Then came the night that changed everything. She stole my bathrobe, When I walked out of the bathroom naked, her face flushed red as a ripe apple and she scrambled to escape,
I grabbed her wrist. The alcohol made me lose control–no, I wasn’t actually drunk. I just needed an excuse to release the desire I’d been
suppressing.
To claim her. Mark her. Make her completely mine,
In the countless nights that followed, we tangled in the dark, parted in the dawn. I never said I loved her–because beneath it all, there was still that lingering hatred for the informant.‘
But somewhere along the way, the hatred faded, replaced by an uncontrollable love,
“Sir, we should board.” Owen’s voice pulled me back to reality,
The private jet cut through the night sky, carrying me back to Ashford City Thinking of seeing Aurelia soon lifted my mood.
Maybe she’d already prepared my favorite breakfast. Maybe she’d be waiting for me in that black silk nightgown. Maybe she’d throw herself into my arms like always.
At the thought, I quickened my pace.
Pushing open the doors to the Blackthorne mansion, the living room was brightly lit, everything as usual. I looked around, searching for that familiar figure.
“Kieran!”
A sweet voice called from the staircase. My lips curved into an involuntary smile.
But when I looked up and saw who was speaking, my smile froze on my face.
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*** *** using ring had been transformed into some kind of ceremonial space–red roses and white candles everywhere, the table draped in fake, cry endebars banging from the ceiling, flower petals scattered across the floor.
Yaaren, 1 tow you ateste stood before me, tears in her eyes. “Since college, I’ve loved you. For you, I’d give anything.
1 know you buve certain feelings for Aurelia now, but that’s just novelty. We’re meant to be together.”
Tough, Exieste Look at what you’ve done to my house! My voice was ice cold. “And I don’t love you!”
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“There’s never been anything romantic between us. Because you saved my life, I see you as someone I’m indebted to.” I said without mercy. You once risked yourself to save me. I’m grateful. But gratitude isn’t love
Take your things and leave my house.” I turned to go. ‘T’ll give you fifty million dollars. After that, we’re even.”
in Hhe drive to the Fairmont etate, kept messaging Aurelia:
I’m Coming to get you now?
Sorry about the basement, I can explain
bought you lots of presents. I got your mother’s brooch too.”
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I turned and left the ruins filled with wailing, ordering Owen: “Prepare the plane. We’re going to Belmont City. Right now.
I had to get her back. Whatever the cost, I would take Aurelia back.
I couldn’t bear to lose her. Even if it meant destroying the entire world, 1 would bring her back to my side.
Sara Lili is a daring romance writer who turns icy landscapes into scenes of fiery passion. She loves crafting hot love stories while embracing the chill of Iceland’s breathtaking cold.
