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reputation—” He paused then said evenly, “Then and now.” When the Dutch billionaire’s jaw hardened, Mykolas knew his words had struck a raw nerve, just as he had intended.  
    Taking his wife’s hand under the table, Mykolas attempted to find the right words to best explain the feelings he had for the woman beside him. “It was instantaneous between Velvet and me. And based on your account, it had been the same thing for your parents. But it is not the only form of love that exists.” Tightening his hold on his wife’s hand, he said quietly, “If you ask me, I think you are the luckier one. You met the woman you were meant to be with at an earlier age. You had more years to spend with her, more years to love her. And yes, it might not have been instantaneous, but it doesn’t mean you didn’t – you don’t – love her. It could only mean that the love between the two of you grew gradually, but it doesn’t make the feelings any less powerful.” Mykolas’ voice became quiet and almost regretful as he voiced what he knew could be the Dutch billionaire’s greatest mistake. “It could be there was no spark – no bolt of lightning, no instantaneous attraction – simply because what you had was already more than it. What you and that girl had was love already at its deepest and purest form.”

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    Willem walked along the shorelines of Mageia’s private beach. Dawn broke overhead, its bright colors streaking the skies and clearing away the darkness. He walked and walked, blind to the beauty surrounding him, deaf to the sound of the serenade of the gently lapping waves of the sea.
    He walked to escape the memories that wanted to break out of its cage, but it was impossible. They drove him to his knees, and when he was down, his head bowing at the weariness of his empty life, the cage holding his memories back broke down as well.
    They surged into his mind, and suddenly she was all the billionaire could see, hear, and feel.
    Serenity.
    His Sere.
    His engel.
    He saw her at fourteen, wide-eyed and wary the first time they had met.
    He saw her the first time they had met in her school, and he had come to accept that she was, for better or for worse, going to be a permanent fixture in his life.
    Was that when it had started, Willem asked himself numbly.  
    Maybe. Maybe not. But what was clear now was that Mykolas Sallis was right.
    It was love, still love, between him and Serenity.
    Love at its deepest and purest form, and now that he realized how stupid and stubborn he had been, it became so damn clear.  
    Only two people who loved could understand each other with a mere look, a mere touch, without a single word being spoken.
    Only two people in love could be so devoted to each other, with the way Serenity bowed to his every command, and he had sought to do everything to protect her.  
    He had loved her, and she had loved him.
    But he had pushed her away.
    He had hurt her.
    In his arrogance and stupidity, he had treated her with abominable cruelty, thinking that by doing so, he was saving her from worse hurt.
    How the hell would he ever make it up to her?
    How the hell could he make her believe that he had not meant anything he said?
    How the hell could he earn her love back?
    Willem’s eyes slowly closed.
    The sound of her sobs echoed in his mind.
    Please. Please wait. Please tell me.  
    He had let her beg, had walked away even when she had crumpled to the floor in pain.
    Pain ravaged his chest, and it felt like his ribs were about to collapse at the burden of his pain.
    I’m sorry, Serenity.  
    I’m sorry, my love.
    I’m sorry.

PART III

    Eight months after Book 3

    Routines had again come to Serenity’s rescue. As a freshman enrolled in the newly-opened Athens campus of Christopoulos University, her days began to follow a pattern that she was quick to embrace. Her classes went from morning to noon, and after lunch, she proceeded to spend the afternoons at her part-time job. Weekends, she went