MasukKidnap your fiance, tie him up, and ride him senseless. What could go wrong? For Lorraine, everything. Because when everything’s done and the hood came off, it was a stranger staring back at her. Horror and guilt hit hard. But betrayal hit harder—when she found her fiance in bed with her sister. Now her wedding is off, her heart is bruised, and the man she called a mistake? He’s Misha Ashford. A billionaire. A warlord. And he wants to marry her.
Lihat lebih banyakSometimes, I wondered how on earth my life had managed to twist itself into this particular chaos.A CEO should be able to walk into a shopping mall unnoticed. But when your husband is a billionaire whose idea of ‘fun dad duty’ included juggling designer bags in both hands and letting your daughter climb his back like a tree, being inconspicuous was impossible.There was Sasha. My little star. At nine, she carried herself with the kind of confidence that made adults smile nervously. She was sharp-eyed, dramatic, and already terrifyingly good at manipulating her papa.Beside her trailed Lucian, who at six looked like a smaller, sulkier copy of Misha, right down to the stubborn jaw and furrowed brows. His dark eyes flicked constantly to his sister, wary as though at any moment she might strike. Which, frankly, she might.“Papa, I want this one,” Sasha declared, plucking a hideously overpriced plush toy from the shelf. She brandished it like a trophy, curls bouncing as she pushed it towa
The house came into view just as the sun began sliding down behind the ridge.Not the penthouse. Not the cold steel and glass tower where everything echoed. No more. We moved out of that when I found out Lorraine got pregnant with our second child.This place was ours. A home perched high on the hill, with its wide windows catching the last gold of the light, gardens stretching behind it like a promise. A fortress in its own right, yes, but alive, warm.Sebastian pulled up first, Sasha already bouncing in her car seat, craning her neck to see if balloons might be tied to the gate. Camille sat beside me in the second SUV, the baby tucked against her shoulder, her hand cupping his head like he was spun from glass.I stepped out, the cool air biting, and moved immediately to Lorraine’s door. She tried to brush me off, of course she did, but I slid my arm around her waist anyway, easing her down with deliberate care. Her body was still frail from the hospital, her lips pale, but her chin
Eight Months Later___ The room smelled of antiseptic and sweat. Beeping monitors and the low, practiced cadence of nurses filled the air, but none of it mattered. My entire universe was bent over the hospital bed, skin damp with exertion, teeth gritted as she tried not to scream.Lorraine.Her hair clung to her forehead in wild strands, her jaw tight enough I thought it might crack. And her tiny, deceptively delicate hand was crushing mine with the kind of strength I hadn’t thought possible outside a combat field.“Fuck—Lorraine,” I hissed under my breath, the bones in my knuckles screaming. “You will break me.”Her head whipped toward me, eyes blazing, her voice hoarse but sharp. “This is your fault, Misha. You and your goddamn dick.”For a moment, I didn’t even register the words. My brain stalled.My wife. My elegant, razor-sharp, calculating wife. The woman who could walk into a boardroom and dismantl
The day after tomorrow came like a slow tide, steady but inevitable. By the time evening rolled in, Sasha was curled up in the little daybed behind the partition of my office that she called her kingdom disguised as a ‘nap nook,’ complete with her plush dog and Sparkle draped dramatically across her legs. She was out cold, her curls spilling over the pillow, thumb still tucked near her lips.I was finishing the last set of reports when the doors opened. Misha’s presence filled the space first, James trailed in at his shoulder. “Success,” Misha said simply, setting a small canvas bag onto the edge of my desk. His voice carried that low rumble that always pulled something deep in me. “No losses, objective complete. And,” he reached inside and pulled out a wrapped bundle, “Souvenirs.”James snorted. “Souvenirs. Like we didn’t nearly freeze our asses off on some godforsaken border crossing.” He flopped onto one of the leather chairs opposite me, all






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