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Was! surprised? Truly genuinely was 1 shocked that Penelope Valentine, a woman who had never bothered for hide her distaste for would stoop so low as to spread malicious tumors about me behind my back?
No. Absolutely fucking not.
Penelope hated me because Roman loved me. And I wasn’t naïve or arrogant enough to pretend otherwise. I had seen it in the way she acted in his office that day. The way she made sure to insert herself in his life. The way she rubbed it in my face that she knew him and
his family better than I did.
So no–her cruelty didn’t shock me. What did surprise me was the effort.
That she had found the time, between her polished courtroom appearances and her meticulously curated career as a lawyer, to actively destroy my reputation. That she had made it her personal mission to ensure Roman’s siblings saw me as a villain before ever speaking to
That took dedication. Obsession. And something deeply, disturbingly wrong.
How broken did you have to be to take it upon yourself to ruin someone simply because the man you wanted didn’t want you back?
All for a man.
And not just any man–but one who had never loved her. Never chosen her. Never looked at her the way he looked at me.
The thought made bile rise in my throat.
Penelope behaved as though Roman belonged to her–as though he were property she had misplaced rather than a man with his own heart, his own will. And the most grotesque part of it all was that she wasn’t even his lover.
She was just his lawyer. His friend.
Thinking about it made my stomach churn. But beneath the disgust, something else stirred–something colder and sharper. And that was
awareness.
Penelope wasn’t just bitter. She was dangerous.
And as my hand instinctively drifted toward my stomach, terror rooted itself deep inside me. If she was capable of poisoning an entire family against me with lies, then there was no telling how far she would go.
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rent trees me toge bloed in any
ut mathe’d walk in and find Roman sitting in bed. Maybe he’d been
smile that always made my knees weak.
ve taken anything. Talking Laughing, Shooting
Anything but this.
But life wasn’t a movie. Wishes didn’t materialize just because your heart was breaking badly enough
Roman was still there. Still unmoving. Still suspended in that cruel space between life and death.
The machines hummed and beeped softly around him, their sounds weaving together into a rhythms I hated but had arcaby demons He was hooked up to more tubes than I wanted to count, wires tracing over his chest like some grotesque form of art.
He had been shot twice. And yet, somehow, he was still alive. Still fighting,
He’d survived a bullet to the chest–so I clung to that fact like a lifeline. As long as he was breathing, there was hope. As long as these was hope, I would endure anything.
Even this. Even the crushing guilt that sat on my chest like a weight I could never lift.
My feet felt heavy as I moved closer, each step deliberate, as though I were afraid the floor might give way beneath me if I rushed.
God. He looked so beautiful laying there.
That was the only word for it. Beautiful.
Roman looked as though he were sleeping. He looked peaceful, almost serene. His lashes cast faint shadows against his cheeks, his lips parted slightly beneath the oxygen mask. If not for the steady beeping of the monitors, you could almost believe he’d wake up any second.
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Sara Lili
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.