Masuk"You should be scared," I whispered, brushing my fingertips along her spine, slow and teasing, then down over the swell of her ass. My palm lingered, gripping one cheek possessively. "Because you've just given yourself to the devil." I leaned down, my lips brushing her ear. “And the devil? He doesn’t believe in mercy." .... I should have known better than to sign his contract. My new husband was never meant to be real. He was supposed to be a name on paper, a shield against the vultures circling my late husband's empire. An arrangement with an expiration date. But Killian Cross doesn't let go. He's ruthless, obsessive, and dangerously possessive. The kind of man who doesn't just own his empire. He owns everything in his grasp. And now, that includes me. I thought I could play his game and walk away unscathed. I was wrong. Because my contract husband has made one thing clear. I belong to him now. But what happens when the shadows surrounding him become my prison? What if love isn’t enough for the hell awaiting us? Will I be able to save him when he needs me? Or will we both drown in the raging tempest?
Lihat lebih banyakAUTHOR'S POV The church was too quiet. The flowers, the candles, and the guests in their suits and dresses all seemed to be frozen in time. Giovanni stood at the altar, a muscle twitching in his jaw, his eyes fixed on the double doors. Minutes passed. Then half an hour. Whispers rippled through the pews. The priest shifted nervously. Finally, one of his father's men approached with a grim look on his face. In his hand was a sealed envelope. Giovanni snatched it, tearing it open with trembling fingers. His eyes scanned the page, but for a moment, he didn't breathe. "I lost the baby. I cannot stand in front of you like this. You deserve better. I won't chain you to my shame. Please don't look for me. Forgive me." His vision blurred, the letters distorting on the page. His lips moved, but no sound came out. "No," he whispered. The paper slipped from his hand, fluttering to the floor. "No... no, no." He doubled over so fast the crowd stirred, thinking he might collapse. He s
RUEMonths ago, I shifted uneasily in my seat, glancing at my wristwatch. I'd spent an hour getting ready, thinking I'd finally have a normal date like normal people.Instead, I ended up sitting alone at a restaurant with garlic bread and way too many sympathetic stares from strangers.By the time the clock hit ten, I was done pretending he was just "running late." He wasn't coming.I was about to delete his number and pretend he'd never existed when my phone buzzed.For a second, I thought it was Oliver. It wasn't.Adrian: Ruin, what disaster are you brewing tonight?I stared at the screen. Adrian. The last person I expected, but somehow the exact person I needed.Rue: Table for one. Boyfriend's a no-show. Go ahead, laugh.He didn't. Instead, the typing bubble blinked.Adrian: That's cruel. Where are you?Rue: Some overpriced place with good garlic bread, I guess.Adrian: Then eat the bread. Screw the man.I smirked, pulling the plate towards me.Rue: Easy for you to say. You're
RUE I was halfway through my second bowl of popcorn when I dialed Adrian's number again. It went straight to voicemail, just like the other probable one hundred and twenty-two times I'd called.I wasn't allowed to panic. Nope. I needed to keep my cool and focus on the TV screen because my life depended on it. A heart attack was looming close by after all.Suddenly, the front door jerked open. I sat up with wide eyes, my heart racing in my chest at the sight of him. Adrian.He was holding a hand to his prosthetic eye, and I could smell the coppery scent of blood on his black clothes. Swallowing past the lump in my throat, I moved towards him."Why didn't you pick up my calls? I thought you were dead," I said, my voice cracking at the end of my statement.His green eye widened in surprise."Rue... I'm sorry, I lost my phone. I'm sorry for worrying—"I didn't let him finish his statement. Instead, I threw myself into his arms.I pressed my cheek against his chest and felt the wild
SERA Killian stared at his son calmly. But somehow, even that felt like the calm before the storm."Angel," he said softly, without looking away from Gio. His voice was soft but terrifying."Remind me. What happens to a man who steals another Don's mistress and then has the audacity to get her pregnant?"The girl whimpered. Gio, the cocky little idiot, only smirked wider."Relax, Dad. She's not a mistress anymore. She's mine."Killian blinked. His jaw flexed. Then, without warning, he hurled his teacup against the wall."Yours?" he roared. "Are you out of your goddamn mind, Giovanni?! Do you have a death wish?!""Dad—""Don't you 'Dad' me!" Killian snapped. "I have survived assassins, attacks, coups, and betrayals—and this... this is what's going to bury me? My idiot son and his unborn bastard?!""Killian!" I grabbed his arm before he could launch something more dangerous at Gio's head. His muscles were taut under my grip, shaking with rage.Meanwhile, Gio lazily leaned against t
RUE I'd always thought the Romano family house was extravagantly tasteless, but tonight it looked worse. Ugly.Because somewhere inside, my Trouble was being held hostage by his own blood.Twenty-four hours. That's how long it had been since I sent that stupid text. "Don't skip your meds, Troub
RUE I'd walked away. Elegantly. Chin high, blade hidden, mask firmly in place. And of course, the bastard had tried to follow me. Tried. His fevered body had given out halfway to the door, leaving him collapsed and cursing under his breath while his fiancée shrieked like a banshee. I hadn't
ADRIAN The stitches tugged every time I moved, a hot, angry throb buried deep in my side. My head was fogged from the meds my doctor had pumped into me, but no amount of painkillers could quiet the itch under my skin. Rue. Her name seared through me, hotter than the fever. I'd texted her li
RUE I stared at the text until the letters blurred, my throat tight. Three days of ignoring him, and he had the audacity to text me like nothing was wrong? My thumb hovered, then I shoved a piece of mint gum between my teeth so I wouldn't grind them to dust. Play it cool, Rue. Don't let him






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