Genevieve: I woke up in bed with Emre by my side, although I didn't remember it being his night to be with me. He rarely wanted to share the bed before, and I didn't want him to feel sorry for me or offer sympathy. If he was there because he pitied me for not being invited to my father's wedding, I

Genevieve: "None of your business," I muttered under my breath as I got off the bed, only to be blocked by Caspian. His deliberately unbuttoned blue shirt clung to his damp chest, droplets to fall onto the fabric from his hair too. "So, just admit that you were too horny to even attend the dinner.

Genevieve: I was utterly shocked when Wolvin barged into the bathroom and locked the door. "I'm using the restroom. Can't you wait?" I complained, rolling my eyes and frowning with anger. I vividly remembered how I had trusted him and opened up, only for him to hurt me with his truth. "I didn't c

Genevieve: "What is it?" my dad questioned, devoid of any enthusiasm regarding his daughter receiving attention. I could sense his anger toward me. Until now, he had shown me the extent of suffering I would endure if I went against him. Even his subtle actions, like making Ron attend the lunch and

Genevieve: As everyone stared at him, he found himself frozen before he could take any further action. "What?" he complained, still clutching his pants and scanning our faces one by one. "You're not actually going to urinate here, are you?" Emre shoved him back, causing Caspian to grunt and hurri