Chapter 8: The first conversation
EMILIA Miles sleeps for exactly seventy-three minutes on Asher’s chest. I know because I watch the clock the entire time, […]
EMILIA Miles sleeps for exactly seventy-three minutes on Asher’s chest. I know because I watch the clock the entire time, […]
This apartment is smaller than my walk-in closet. The thought hits me as I sit at Emilia’s sister’s kitchen table,
My phone starts vibrating before we even reach the parking lot. I don’t have to look to know it’s exploding
I have a son. The thought keeps circling my brain, crashing into itself, unable to find purchase. I have a
The moment the words leave my mouth, I realize there’s no taking them back. “I object.” Two words. That’s all
I’m getting married, and all I can think about is her. Not the woman about to walk down the aisle
The cathedral is even more intimidating up close. Gothic spires claw at the gray sky like accusing fingers. Stained glass
My hands won’t stop shaking. I stare at them—these traitor hands that refuse to cooperate—as they fumble with the tiny
He was seconds from saying “I do”—until she walked in carrying his son. 💬 SummaryEmilia shows up at billionaire heir
Romance novels have come a long way from Fabio-covered bodice rippers where consent was a suggestion and the hero’s redemption