TRACE OF SEDUCTION
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Prologue - Nina's POV ⸻ The first time I laid eyes on Roman Busilingo, he was laughing - deep, rich, like he owned the whole damn ballroom. Which, given the way every woman's head turned when he walked in, maybe he did. He was the best man. I was the maid of honor. Fate had a cruel sense of humor. Because he wasn't just handsome. No - he was devastating. Dark hair with a careless wave, broad shoulders wrapped in a suit that looked too expensive for anyone here, and a sharp mouth that already looked like trouble. And he knew it. God, he knew it. "Smile, dolcezza. You look like you're going to faint." That was the first thing he said to me. Not hello, not nice to meet you. Just dolcezza. Sweetness. In that thick Italian accent that made my knees threaten betrayal. I scowled. "And you look like you're going to choke on your ego." His grin widened like I'd just passed some kind of test. "Ah. Finally. Someone with claws." I tried to ignore him. I really did. But it was impossible, especially when my sister - the bride - paired us together for the entire rehearsal. We had to walk arm in arm, practice smiling, pose for photos. Every time his arm brushed mine, my skin tingled with unwanted awareness. And of course, in true Nina fashion, I tripped over my heel halfway down the aisle. Before I could hit the ground, his arm shot out, strong and sure, locking around my waist. I landed against his chest, my face burning. His voice dropped low, for my ears only. "Careful, tesoro. You fall once, I'll catch you. Fall twice... I'll keep you." My stomach flipped. And I hated it. Because he wasn't supposed to affect me. Not with his smug smirk and arrogant confidence. Not when I'd promised myself I was done with men like him. So I shoved his hand off me and straightened my dress. "Don't get used to it." But the way his eyes tracked me after that - sharp, possessive, like he'd just made a silent claim - told me this was only the beginning.Complete
HER REPLACED GROOM
"You ruined me," I confess, my voice a rasp against her skin. "I can't fucking breathe without you. I can't think. I can't exist." My fingers trail down, skimming the curve of her hip. "And it's killing me." She trembles but doesn't push me away. Her silence is my undoing. I slam my hand against the wall beside her, caging her in, my breath ragged. "You want me to walk away? Tell me. Say it, and I will." Her lips part, but no words come. I let out a sharp, bitter laugh. "You can't, can you?" I tilt her chin up again, forcing her to meet my gaze. "Because you're just as ruined as I am." And then I kiss her. Hard. Desperate. A collision of everything we've denied ourselves. Because no matter how much I fought it, no matter how much I wanted to hate her- She's mine. And I'll burn down the whole damn world before I let her go.
paramour
"Don't cry love. It's not your burden to bear." He pulled away, looking me in the eyes seriously. I paused for a moment, then embraced him tighter and kissed him fervently once more. "You made it my burden when you said you loved me."Complete
Marriage mates
She looked very pretty, like a princess, without taking off her shoes or putting away her plate. He dropped his laptop and took the plates to the kitchen, then returned to the couch where Merry was sleeping. He sat down to remove her heels and took note of her dress, which was skimpy and revealing. All because of that guy , she has never dressed like that when she's out with me , and here she is going out on blind dates with a random guy. She even got herself hurt.He woke her up, and was greeted with a beautiful sight. She looked adorable, with her cute eyes, pink lips, and tousled hair. "A..are we going home already?" Merry asked. "It's too late to go anywhere. I'll show you to your room," Jean responded coldly. "Why are you acting like this? You've changed all of a sudden. I apologize already," Merry said, moving closer to him. Jean froze as their eyes locked. "It's fine, okay? You need to rest," Jean replied indifferently. Merry sensed something was wrong. "I want to go home. I don't want to stay here," she said, folding her arms and looking away. "And what makes you think I would let you go?" Jean responded. "I'm a grown woman, and you can't keep me here in your custody without my consent. That's kidnapping," Merry said.Complete
Silent Cries |✔|
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Shatter Me Twice
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The Fractured Heart
"Why everyone leaves me Aiden" she sobbed while holding him more tightly toward her as if he is going to disappear (well maybe) "I don't want to but I have to Evelyn" he said in a faint voice, blurred eyes and pushing her aside he left. "HE LEFT" ~~~~~ Their friendship had bloomed into something more, that had burned bright and fast. But couldn't last... They'd become enemies, trading barbs and cold shoulders, the sweet memories buried under layers of hurt. A love triangle, whispers of betrayal - it had all gone up in flames, leaving only bitterness and a vast distance between them. Now, years later, they were back in each other's orbit .He caught her eye, and his smile stumbled for a split second before regaining its bright, hesitant presence. It is a long road, filled with broken pieces of them, could they really pick up those pieces and make it work? Only their time will reveal the answer. .........
Contract Of Love
"Tony exhaled and hold of her hand, knowing what she meant. slowly he lowered his head as he began unzipping the back of her dress with one hand and held her close with the other, smiling when it dropped to the floor." this is the story of two people contracted to get married and have their love for one another tested through the years.Complete
Prologue - Nina's POV ⸻ The first time I laid eyes on Roman Busilingo, he was laughing - deep, rich, like he owned the whole damn ballroom. Which, given the way every woman's head turned when he walked in, maybe he did. He was the best man. I was the maid of honor. Fate had a cruel sense of humor. Because he wasn't just handsome. No - he was devastating. Dark hair with a careless wave, broad shoulders wrapped in a suit that looked too expensive for anyone here, and a sharp mouth that already looked like trouble. And he knew it. God, he knew it. "Smile, dolcezza. You look like you're going to faint." That was the first thing he said to me. Not hello, not nice to meet you. Just dolcezza. Sweetness. In that thick Italian accent that made my knees threaten betrayal. I scowled. "And you look like you're going to choke on your ego." His grin widened like I'd just passed some kind of test. "Ah. Finally. Someone with claws." I tried to ignore him. I really did. But it was impossible, especially when my sister - the bride - paired us together for the entire rehearsal. We had to walk arm in arm, practice smiling, pose for photos. Every time his arm brushed mine, my skin tingled with unwanted awareness. And of course, in true Nina fashion, I tripped over my heel halfway down the aisle. Before I could hit the ground, his arm shot out, strong and sure, locking around my waist. I landed against his chest, my face burning. His voice dropped low, for my ears only. "Careful, tesoro. You fall once, I'll catch you. Fall twice... I'll keep you." My stomach flipped. And I hated it. Because he wasn't supposed to affect me. Not with his smug smirk and arrogant confidence. Not when I'd promised myself I was done with men like him. So I shoved his hand off me and straightened my dress. "Don't get used to it." But the way his eyes tracked me after that - sharp, possessive, like he'd just made a silent claim - told me this was only the beginning.
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