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Giselle knows Noah Sylvan isn't for her. He's too handsome, too rich, jerk to commoners like her and... let's be honest, way out of her league. And she's just a new girl with a few extra pounds on her body, living with a single mother who barely keeps the family of three afloat. She's definitely no match for him either in wealth or his godly looks. Noah Sylvan is definitely not for her. Still Giselle can't stop herself from pining after him since the moment she saw him. The feeling consumes her, ignites her with a need to have him. It makes her forget about all the reasons why he isn't for her. Maybe she's shallow to fall for a beautiful face despite her own lackings, or just a cynically obsessed fat girl with a pretty guy. Very very pretty guy. Or perhaps, there lies more to the picture and the broody boy who has her heart. Noah Sylvan has secrets, and Giselle Martin happens to be one of them. ******* Excerpt: Amusement dwindled and Noah's eyes glinted dangerously. "You love to deny me, don't you Martin? Do you get pleasure out of refusing me?" "I'm not denying you anything. I'm just exercising my free will," I retorted. After rejecting so many girls, this prince couldn't take rejection well. What a brat! He stood up and leaned forward, his palms pressed against the metal table. "You're denying me of something that is mine." "What?" My heartbeat picked up as he moved closer. "You." My face heated and air between us became heavy. His scorching gaze lit me up. "I'm not very patient. If you keep denying me I might just snap and..." "And?" "And snatch away what's mine."
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