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#FATEDLOVE
#FIRSTLOVE
#GETTINGBACKTOGETHER

The Man of My Bitterest Lesson

Seven years have passed since Emma last saw the man who once held her heart. Bright Alejandro Anderson—her first love—was a prince, a symbol of everything she once believed in. But the moment he walked away, leaving her broken and betrayed, she swore she’d never let love consume her again. Now, Prince Anderson is back. As a key figure in royal affairs, he forces Emma to confront a past she’d buried deep. With every word he speaks, with every glance he gives, Emma is pulled back into a world she tried to escape. The man who broke her heart is now begging for forgiveness, claiming he would kill for her, that he would never leave again. But can Emma ever trust him again? Can love truly be resurrected from the ashes of betrayal, or will it burn them both alive? #secondchance #getingbacktogether #slowburn #diplomacy #kingdombuilding #enemytolover --- (Setting: 19th Century) Seven years had passed since Emma last saw Bright Alejandro Anderson—her first love. Emma had almost succeeded in living her life normally. She was doing fine. But that man resurfaced in Emma's life as Prince Anderson, who led the royal legal affairs team. He not only appeared in Emma's life but also forced her to look back. To revisit memories she desperately wanted to forget. For Emma, Bright, aka Prince Anderson, was the most bitter lesson in her life. From him, Emma learned never to trust anyone. Not even God. ~~~ Emma's tears flowed, voice cracked and pained, "Even if I were to die," her despair remained, "I'll hate you forever, it's only fair. Don't come to my funeral, don't you dare, set foot at my graveside, expect no embrace, Don't ever anticipate my heart's forgiving grace. I'll spend my days, my bones, in hatred's grip. A love once cherished, now a sinking ship. ~~~ "I've just killed someone with my own hands. Ah, this is how deep my love for you is, Emma. I would kill for you, and you've just witnessed it with your own eyes." ... "I'm here... don't be scared... this time I'm not leaving you, unlike before when I left you." ... "I was stupid. I am sorry. I regret it with every breath I take. I wish there was a way to turn back time to fix the past. But despite everything I can do, I can't. So, I sincerely apologize, even though I know I don't have the right to do so." !!!Explicit adult content above chapter 100 and will be informed at the beginning of the chapter. Please refrain from accessing the chapter if you are underage. Thank you.!!! another works: - Undressed by The Half-beast Prince - Wolfdale: Blood of the Moon - Mafia Princess: Raised by Wolves - Slayer Knight: Survive The Undead

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#R18
#COMEDY
#WEAKTOSTRONG
#SLICEOFLIFE
#POSSESSIVE
#HISTORICAL
#SWEETLOVE
#FATEDLOVE
#FIRSTLOVE
#GETTINGBACKTOGETHER

Their Unconventional Ideas

Indeed, that night was one that would be engraved into the annals of Emma's memory forevermore.

The evening had radiated a sublime energy, one that inspired goosebumps and awe-stricken expressions from all those who were privileged enough to experience it.

The stage had been the realm of Class B that night. Initially draped in darkness, the theater had quickly transformed into a cosmic wonder as the stage lights flickered into life.

Brilliant hues of red, gold, and orange painted the setting, paving the way for an extraordinary theatrical affair.

Class B had chosen the theme of the legendary Hanuman from Eastern culture, injecting the story with vivacity, and energy that seemed almost otherworldly.

The performance was a captivating whirl of color, music, and dance as the performers swirled around on the stage.

Every motion made, every note sung, every beat followed was a testament to months of unyielding dedication and practice.

Each performer had played their part to create a flawless rendition of the timeless tale of Hanuman.

The roles of the divine monkey God, his companions, and his epic adventures were all brought to life with an enchanting quality that had enthralled the audience.

As the performance reached its climactic conclusion, the hall had plunged into momentary silence - as if the story had indeed transported them to another realm, and they were hesitant to return.

However, the applause had come like a tidal wave the next moment, a thunderous roar of appreciation resounding through the theater.

Every single individual was on their feet, their clapping and cheering echoing off the walls and ceiling of the grand hall.

Emma, seated amidst this veritable choir of approval, had found herself astounded. The sight of the whole audience standing up to applaud Class B's performance had her heart throbbing like a drum in her chest.

Seeing the performers holding hands, bowing with modest pride, Emma had felt a profound warmth bloom in her chest, a bouquet of pride, awe, and admiration.

Even as the Master of Ceremonies had called for another round of applause, the cheers had hardly subsided.

The applause had grown even louder, more vehement, the standing ovation evolving into a collective testament of appreciation for a truly spectacular spectacle.

Amidst the clapping and cheering, Emma had found herself riding the high of the evening, a part of the myriad of voices celebrating the remarkable performance by Class B.

Surely, the Master of Ceremonies knew how to switch gears from one mood to another in just moments.

As the reverberations from the thunderous applause for Class B began to fade, he took control once more.

He welcomed the next group with a delightfully light-hearted introduction, pulling everyone back to the present, away from the mesmerizing Eastern world that Class B had so vividly painted.

"Next, we have a performance that's quite the opposite of Class B. While Class B is known for their meticulous and detailed concepts, Class A is known for their unique and unconventional ideas... like giving out free cakes at the bazaar."

A collective chuckle swirled through the room as the audience was drawn to the humor of the moment.

Laughter swelled like a sweet melody, a delightful contrast to the makeup of the earnest applause from earlier.

It was a breath of fresh air, wiping the slate clean, and preparing them to plunge into a different but equally captivating world.

Upon the stage, the group from Class A, clad in a medley of colors, took the gentle ribbing in stride.

Their faces split into wide grins, their laughter mingling with the playful banter from the Master of Ceremonies.

They found camaraderie in this shared humor, a bond of unity forming amidst the laughter.

This delightful juxtaposition was not lost on Emma or the rest of the audience, and she found herself bracing for a surprising turn of events.

The Class A group's penchant for the unconventional was no secret, but it was always a pleasure to guess just what they had in store.

And this time, it was no different. As the MC's laughter melded with that of the audience and the performers on stage, a sense of anticipation built up. Emma and everyone else in the theater waited with bated breath.

Class A was known not just for unusual antics like spontaneous cake giveaways, but also for their brilliantly unconventional performances.

Tonight, everyone in the audience, Emma included, was again ready to be stunned by their refreshing unpredictability.

This anticipation of the unexpected was a testament to Class A's ability to sway audiences and hold them in rapture, much like their counterparts from Class B.

"I don't understand their concept at all. Luckily, it seems to be working, right? Giving away cakes instead of selling them?"

As the laughter subsided, the stage plunged into momentary darkness. A hush fell over the theater as they waited for Class A to begin, the anticipation making the air almost tangible.

"Alright, to close tonight's evening of art, Class A will be presenting a ballet drama with the theme of... SWAN LAKE!"

This was the turning point in the night, the shift from the precisely calibrated world of Class B's performance to the undeniably exciting unknown of Class A's act. And everyone, including Emma, was ready to make that leap.

As the infectious laughter echoed through the theater, Emma found herself in the midst of the uproarious laughter.

But her laughter faded to a chuckle, and then to silence as the Class A performers strode past her, each face as grave as the last.

Confusion piqued Emma's curiosity and turned to the friend sitting next to her, sparking a quiet conversation in a room still bubbling with fading mirth.

"Is it just me or did everyone from Class A just get really serious?" Emma's whispered question barely carried over the last of the laughter.

Her friend, equally puzzled, could only shrug. "Well, they're always full of surprises. Maybe it's all part of the act?"

Emma nodded, considering the possibility. She glanced over the departing troupe of performers. Her eyes were unbiddenly searching for one particular person - Bright.