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I just finished chapter 38. I’m dead, I’m sobbing, I’m rocking back and forth on the floor. Why?!? Why did you do this to us. Why do you want us to have mental issues from these book???

For all intents and purposes, Ava is every man’s wet dream. She possesses a model’s face that somehow can also pass for an innocent girl next door. Rosebud lips in her favorite color—pink. Big, intrusive blue eyes that rival the North Sea’s depths and the sky’s hollowness during an eclipse. A body made for fucking. And an attitude that will get her killed—and almost has countless times.

🫠 ELI KING

"W-what?" I sound terrified to my ears.
"What's wrong?"
Eli's gaze that could rival Antarctica's frozen landscapes falls on me. "You turned twenty-three a few months ago and we've been married for over two years, Ava."

👹👹👹

"I need this entire thing to stop." I sound more determined than I feel. "I'm not married to that prick and I sure as hell am not Mrs. any-thing. I'm only twenty-one, for God's sake."

HERE WE GO

"What are you doing here, Eli?" My voice sounds low, husky, a bit odd, as if I've been screaming for days.
His eyes.
They grow in size for the first time in my life. They're a lighter shade of gray, so close to a cloudy summer's day.
"Say that again." He speaks slowly.
"What are you doing here, Eli?" Annoyance breaks through my voice and I have to swallow past the discomfort.

He curses under his breath and pushes something above my head as he strokes my face.
"Breathe, Ava. Fuck, come on, beautiful. Breathe."
I actually stop panicking for a second because what...? What's going on?
He called me 'beautiful' and he's touching me.
Eli never touches me.
The longer I stare at his eyes, the more my breathing slows. They're different. But how...?
Why...?
"That's it. Good girl."

I love that Eli was trying to protect Ava from everything but let the girl go a little. She saw showed that she wasn’t going back to her party girl traits.

His eyes exude a bottomless darkness, and their stormy gray color never rages or revolts. Never deviates from the coldness I faced the day he shattered my heart to pieces and stomped all over it.
“Turn around and remove your distasteful presence from my sight, and I’ll pretend I didn’t hear your embarrassing confessions.”

The cuffs are slightly rolled, revealing a Patek Philippe watch that’s so expensive, it could buy everyone in this club. I know because I bought that watch. Seven years ago, I begged Nana to take me to Switzerland, we met a retired watch master. Though Eli doesn’t know that tidbit. I made Aunt Elsa give it to him and swear to never tell him it was from me.

FINAL BOOK IN THIS SERIES 🥲