The Unwanted Marriage: Dion and Faye's Story (The Windsors)

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She keeps running her hand through her long dark hair, messing it up. I’ve never seen her so undone. It hurts to look at her, but I can’t tear my eyes away. She’s stunning, even now.

After living in Holland for several decades, she moved to Hong King and Singapore but ultimate settle in the former.Nonetheless, the best way of getting hold of Catharina Maura is by subscribing to her newsletter where she provides information on new releases and bonus content for published works. The Kingstons have never minded getting their hands dirty. Quite frankly, their moves into politics and their attempts to become upright citizens endlessly amuse me. Unlike the Windsors, they aren’t known for their morals. While we tend to be happy with profit and prestige, they’re after the kind of power that corrupts, and they don’t care what it takes. Bella is a beautiful girl, with a beautiful soul, who just doesn’t fit in with the townspeople of New Haven. She dreams of something more for her life. She’s tired of being alone. She wants to experience what it’s like to fall in love. So, when Gabriel, the most popular bachelor in town starts chasing after her, she decides...why the hell not? But Gabriel is not who he portrays himself to be. There’s something dark and dangerous lurking underneath his disguise. And when Bella sees no other choice but to hide, she runs into the forest.

Didn’t he tell you he was going to London for work? He’s neither in London, nor is he working,” Chloe says, her eyes blazing with excitement, as though she’s unraveled some kind of wild plot. “I thought it was so weird that he’d tell you he was leaving in person when he’s clearly never cared about you before, but it looks like it was just to throw you off his scent or something. He probably didn’t want you to suspect the truth.” The novel begins with a glimpse into Emily’s life as a dutiful daughter of an aristocratic family. Her parents, driven by social status and financial considerations, have arranged her marriage to Lord Edward, a wealthy but aloof gentleman. Emily finds herself torn between societal expectations and her desire for a love-filled and independent life.Do you really think I want to marry a man who couldn’t care less about me?” she asks, indignation chiseled into her expression. “I’m pretty sure you changed your phone number weeks ago and never even bothered to tell me. You drew a line between us, Dion, and I stayed firmly on my side.”

He lets go of me and swipes his phone off the table. “Don’t mess this up,” he warns, before walking out. The door slams closed behind him, and I slowly sink into his vacant seat, my legs unable to carry me a moment longer. I’m trembling, and I hate myself for it. I hate feeling so weak, so helpless. Even though she is sometimes referred to as Surinamese, she is more specifically Indo-Surinamese. During the 1800s her Indian parents moved to South America to work as indentured servants. Dion,” she whispers, placing her hand on my chest. I glance down at her empty ring finger, something akin to remorse washing over me. I spent so much time running away from her I didn’t consider what my absence would invite. Hardly anyone knows I’m even engaged, much less to whom. I should’ve put a noticeable engagement ring on her finger, like my grandmother told me to. Catherine Maura’s novel “Until You” introduces Aria, a woman whose only desire was living a normal life with a loving boyfriend, a secure job, and a home. But then she lost it all one day, as she is fired at work and heads home to find her husband cheating on her and soon after loses her home. I force a smile despite the wild beating of my heart and avert my gaze. The Windsors own multiple hotels, and I doubt they’re ever personally present at any of them. What are the odds of running into one of the Windsor siblings at The Lacara? Probably slim to none. Logically, I know that, yet somehow, Eric’s choice feels ominous. It feels like a reminder that I can’t escape Dion, not even in these final moments with Eric. “I’d love that,” I say nonetheless, desperate for just a few more choices of my own.No, Catharina Maura's books are primarily focused on romance, as opposed to science fiction. The author delves into complex relationships and emotions, weaving stories that captivate her readers. Xavier laughs. “Don’t worry,” he says. “I already know how I’m going to cash this one in. It’ll be invaluable for me, but easy for you.” She is forever grateful for the privilege of living in the Netherlands as she had many more opportunities she does not think she would have had living in Suriname. She is at best an Indian but over the years, she has come to be related to people of Indo Surinaesse, Afro Surinmese, and Javanese. I tense and turn my head to find my sister standing in the doorway, her expression as haunted as mine likely is. How did she know where to find me?

Her breath hitches, and her gorgeous eyes widen a fraction. “I did nothing of the sort.” Her voice is soft, pained. “Our marriage agreement was made by our families. Neither of us had anything to do with it, and I’m pretty sure neither of us wants anything to do with it either.”This book was missing a lot. I liked it the least of the 3 in this series. The connection between the mfc and the mmc was weak and unhealthy. By 3/4 way through they were screwing like bunnies but had yet to have a conversation. THAT IS NOT AN EXAGGERATION. Even with all the sexual content - and the obligatory Windsor arranged marriage - this book felt like a slow burn because we wait a looooong time for Faye to become a person and find some dignity. The love story actually begins at chapter 48. I tense when she clears her throat, my stomach sinking the moment those cold green eyes settle on me. I knew what she’d ; say before she even parted her lips, but that doesn’t lessen the weight of her words. The song is distorted, ruined by the piano’s need for tuning, but somehow, it suits my mood far better than the normally light and uplifting tilt of Liszt’s famous tune. It sounds as broken as I am, and the notes I miss would’ve made my mother cringe. She’d have flinched at the way I’m butchering her favorite piece, the way her piano sounds due to my negligence, and then she’d have pasted on a bright reassuring smile, because that’s who she was. She was warmth, love, and the light in my life. My world has been cast in shadows since the day I lost my parents, and I don’t think I’ll ever claw my way out.