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“My friends say I’m the devil.”
I suppose if you’re Cinderella, then I’ll be your Prince Charming.”
“Look. A castle.” “It’s called The Devil’s Playground,” he said. “The original castle was built here in the twelfth century. It has a very brutal history. Only the keep is still standing. The rest fell down, and the stones were robbed to build the manor house.” “Can we go inside?”
Nice girls didn’t enjoy scenes like this. But then, I wasn’t a nice girl.
Maybe I’d been an ass to my former assistants, but I could do better. Finding my Cinderella had changed everything. I had to improve or risk losing her forever.
Screw Roman. He might be an exiled prince, but I was a rebellious, stubborn American, and I would not be defeated.
“Take away his power over you. Tell me your secrets, Rourke, and I’ll tell you mine.”
I’d never understood the way parents used their children as instruments of torture against their exes.
“She may not be mine by blood, but she’s my daughter in every other way.” My respect for him grew a thousand-fold in that moment.
“You don’t like my pig pajamas?” “I’d like them better if they were on the floor,”
“How could I love someone who doesn’t claim his own child?”
