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Chapter 2: His PreyI was in Paris for Fashion Week. I only showed up on the first day and slipped away for all the rest—because that was never the real reason I came.It was him. Leon.I followed him to a quiet little café, nearly empty that time of day. He didn’t notice me come in; his whole focus was on his laptop. He didn’t even glance up to thank the waiter when his second coffee arrived.I sat off to the side, pretending to scroll through my phone, and secretly snapped a photo of him. Who wouldn’t want to capture this sight?Those days‑old stubble and messy, unkempt hair only sharpened his rough, striking features. He looked absolutely devastating. The shadow of a beard he’d clearly neglected for days only added to that dangerous, untamed air—making him seem all the more mature, all the more impossible to resist.Truly, he was a walking red flag.I wondered how many other women had fallen into his trap before me. If something happened between us, I knew I would never be the last

Chapter 4: Now or NeverForbidden fruit really does taste the sweetest.After that encounter, Tyler dragged me away. He said I shouldn’t get close to Leon.“You know how I feel about him! Why do you keep meddling in my life when I never interfere with yours?” I shouted once we got back to the apartment.“Your father asked me to. Have you forgotten you’re already promised to someone? You should be focusing on becoming a proper wife.”I gritted my teeth, furious. “Why should I even try for a stranger? I know we’ll never get along!”“Maybe you will, maybe you won’t, Avar Sloan. You know your life is already set in stone—so stick to it!” He snapped and threw the door open.I stormed after him, but stopped short when I bumped into his back. “Move! Get out of my way!” I shoved him.Tyler spread his arms wide, blocking my path. He was so much bigger than me, yet he stood firm. I peeked past him and saw Rose standing in the living room, holding a cup of coffee.She stared straight at Tyler. T

Chapter 6: Her GroomI winced as pain shot through every inch of me. That night had been wild—he’d claimed me completely, holding nothing back, even dragging me into his arms well past dawn.Was he really that hungry for me?I could barely walk! Every step throbbed, like my body had been remade by his hands alone. It felt as though I’d been split open, stitched together only by the warmth he left behind.Tears pricked my eyes—not from pain, but from something softer, something I dared not name. I stumbled out of bed, grabbed his crisp dress shirt off the floor, and pulled it on over my underwear. I had to leave before he stepped out of that shower. I knew the second he saw me, he’d pull me back into his arms and start all over again.And God help me—I’d let him.I limped toward the door, reaching for my heels—then heard the lock click open.My breath caught. “Oh god.”Ignoring the ache screaming through my legs, I scrambled to unlock the door and fled. I heard him call my second name—

Chapter 8: The Wedding That Never Was I lifted a spoonful of cake to my mouth, hoping its sweetness might soothe the restless, aching knot in my chest. My mind raced—overthinking every word Kyrie had spoken, every glance he’d given. What was his plan? How would he stop this? Tomorrow was the wedding. And nothing had changed. Grandpa Eli had gathered us all for a final dinner at the mansion—a formal farewell, a tradition for every family member entering a marriage arranged by our blood and our names. Laughter and polite conversation drifted around the long table, but I sat apart from it all, seeing nothing, hearing nothing. This was the first time I’d ever felt this hollow—this utterly alone. Is this what every bride feels on the eve of her wedding? I wondered. Shouldn’t I be happy? Isn’t that what they’re supposed to be? And then the thought struck me, sharp and sudden: What would this feel like… if I were marrying the man I loved? I laughed bitterly inside my own head. Foolish,