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𝐈𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐡 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐢𝐬 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐢𝐭𝐥𝐞 Cyrene Scott spent her entire life fighting poverty with faith. With a sick mother depending on her, unpaid bills stacking up, and dreams she buried long ago, getting a job at Ibex was supposed to be the start of a better life-not the beginning of a dangerous one. Then she meets him. The son of a wealthy Chinese businessman feared across Kingston. Cold. Protective. Mysterious. A man carrying responsibilities darker than Cyrene could ever imagine. She prays for peace. He was born into violence. But no matter how hard they try to stay apart, their worlds continue to collide. And in a city where loyalty is deadly and love is dangerous, Cyrene may discover that some blessings arrive disguised as battles.

Even though I don't look up right away, I feel him. His presence shifts the air, makes it heavier, like the sky right before a storm. A shiver runs down my spine, but I shake it off. I can sense he's here to handle our unfinished business, and I know he won't hold his tongue this time, not without our audience from earlier to keep him in check. "Why yuh really come back Jodie?" He's blunt, as always, and I can tell he's revving up for a fight. Him lucky. "I love Ms. Iva and I respect her for what she does, but dem neva send yuh gah school fi sell yam dung a market...Why'd you leave Kingston?" "I told you already, I'm using my PTO Knox" I dispose of the water into the grass, setting the wash basin up against the tank. He scoffs. "Liad, yuh done tell dah one deh already, betta yuh come up wid a next one." His eyes are daring, challenging me to come clean, but I can't. "Why you cyaa juss believe me? What's so suspicious about me needing time away from work?" I push past him, not yet ready to dive so deep into the unknown. He grabs my wrist, pulling me into his chest and trapping me there. The warmth of him seeps into me, setting off a fire under my skin. He doesn't ease up, but the pressure does something to me that I can't shake. I tell myself to take a step back, create some space, but I don't. I won't. "Because me know yuh, Jodie. Better than I know myself. I know you..." He presses his index fingers to his heart, his breath shallow as it cascades across my collarbone. "I thought we were better than this, I thought we could tell each other anything" I shake my head, my eyes closing as I inhale his scent, it's uniquely him. It's dangerous how familiar it is, how it makes my chest ache. I hate him for making me feel like this, I hate myself for wanting to be even closer than we are now.

"Move from in front a mi," I say. But it comes out softer. Weaker. More honest than I intended. I'd be on the first plane out of here tomorrow. Nothing that we've said in the past twenty minutes would matter once I am on that plane. We are tied to each other, and our pasts don't have to intertwine any more than they already have. He doesn't move. I step sideways. He mirrors me, like he's tethered to the same gravity. "Kymani-" "Selah" My name in his mouth feels like a dare. A part of me wants it to feel like a promise. I shake the thought. After what feels like a standoff written in the marrow between us, he finally exhales and steps back. Barely. But enough. I don't waste it. I slip from his hold, my heartbeat pounding in my throat, in my ears, in the soles of my feet as I bolt toward the door. I leave him there. Leave the house. Leave the heat still burning between us. And I run. Fast, desperate, the same way I did the first time I left this place. The same way I survived. I don't look back. Not at him. Not at the house. Not at the version of myself that's still trembling inside those walls. Not anymore.

The first time actress Talia Howard and director Zachary Knowles work together, it's clear they make something special on screen. But life has its own timing. Over the years, their paths cross again and again within Jamaica's film industry-each meeting brief, each leaving behind the quiet sense that some connections never quite fade. And when they find themselves working together once more, they must finally ask whether some stories are meant to be finished...or simply remembered.

And I just look at her. "Ain't no n***a alive deserve to be with a woman as pretty as you," I say, pulling a spliff from my pocket, lighting it then taking a puff. She keeps her chin steady, but I see it, the way her eyes keep drifting to me and then away again. Like she's trying not to get caught up in the tension of the moment. Our eyes lock in this intense stare, neither of us willing to be the first person to break it. I drink her in, inhale everything that has me hooked around her finger, and more. We're mere inches apart, our faces hovering together, trapped in the intimacy. "Yuh think yuh deserve mi?" she replies, cocking her head to the side, the corners of her lips twitching with something between mischief and what I pray is lust. I get ready to exhale, eager to release the smoke from my spliff. Before I can, her fingers find my face, pulling it even closer to hers. My next exhale becomes her next inhale, our lips exchanging the sinful scent. "Hell nah..." I drawl, grinning at her slowly. "But me already know me aguh spend di rest a mi life trying to. Yuh know seh ah only when yuh deh beside me, me breath easy?"

"When yaa go stop tell people seh we deh?" "When we finally deh." In the vibrant yet tumultuous streets of Kingston, Jamaica, Liam and Amalia navigate a world marked by both secrets, love and conflict. Liam, an aspired artiste and producer dreams of making it big but finds himself drawn into the violent underbelly of the city as he tries to gain recognition not associated with his father's name. Amalia, a defense lawyer somehow finds herself intertwined with the life that Liam has known all his life. • THIS BOOK IS PURELY CARIBBEAN FICTION AND HAS NOTHING TO DO WITH THE CHARACTERS MENTIONED IN REAL LIFE. ENJOY, LIKE AND SHARE! ❤️‍🔥

Yasmine works at a children's hospital in New York City, she's has an average life and has average friends. After breaking up with her no good two timing boyfriend she wanted a change. She decided to get a personal trainer. Giovanni works at State Wide Fitness in New York City as a personal trainer. When Yasmine came to his gym looking for a trainer, he was taken by her beauty. He made sure he became her trainer and nobody else. Gio loved her body even if she didn't, and he found every way he could to get close to her. What happens when the two gets tangled up?

Its a love situation, she falls for her brother's best friend and her btother falls for hers Will there be caios or will they get over it? Read to find out

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