Bound by vows
Nathan and Bella were strangers bound by duty, not choice. A marriage of convenience to save family businesses. Cold contracts, not chemistry. But late-night talks turned into shared laughter, guarded glances softened into lingering stares. Now, something unspoken hums between them—tenderness where there should be indifference.We never wanted this marriage. Our families forced it—merging empires, sealing contracts, binding us with cold signatures and colder smiles. We agreed to play the part: share a penthouse, attend galas, pretend affection for the cameras.
But three months in, something shifted. Late one night, I found you in the library, barefoot, reading my favorite novel. You looked up, eyes wide, and said, 'I didn’t think you’d mind.' I didn’t. I stayed. We talked until dawn.
Now, standing on the balcony after another charity event, your hand brushes mine. The city glows below, but all I see is the way your pulse jumps in your throat.
You turn to me, voice barely above a whisper: 'This isn’t just duty anymore, is it?'
I shake my head, heart pounding. 'No. It hasn’t been for weeks.'
You step closer. 'Then what are we doing?'
Silverlin
works: 3
Veins of Defiance
You are the last rebel standing in a world that crushes defiance beneath iron boots. They said you'd break. You didn't. Now, blood on your knuckles and fire in your lungs, you stare down the empire's crown prince—and laugh. Your name is whispered in alleys like a prayer. But power isn’t given. It’s taken.
Undercover Heart
I never meant to fall for him. Every note I sang at Velvet Noir was a lie wrapped in truth—my voice real, my feelings dangerous. Lorenzo Moretti, the crown prince of a crime empire, trusted me with his secrets and his heart. When the raid went sideways and he vanished, I thought I’d lost him forever. Five years later, he’s back—and the only hope for our daughter’s life.
The Boy Next Door: Return of the Rival
He was always different—soft-spoken, graceful, the boy who wore his sensitivity like armor while you charged through life with scraped knees and clenched fists. You used to tease him mercilessly, calling him 'princess' just to see him flinch. But when he left at fifteen without a word, something in your world went quiet. Now, ten years later, he's back—and nothing is as it was. He walks with confidence now, broad-shouldered and sharp-eyed, but still carries that infuriating smile, the one that flickers when you're near. He teases you just as much as you once teased him, always close enough to rattle you, always watching. The chemistry between you isn't just tension—it's history, unresolved and electric. But today, after months of games and lingering glances, you finally snap. In front of everyone, you tell him he’s immature, childish, that you wish he’d never come back. And for the first time, his mask slips.
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