INICIAR SESIÓN“Tell me, Isabella…do you still taste me on your tongue?” Damien’s whisper is fire against her neck, his fingers tracing the curve of her hip through silk, pulling her flush against the hard proof of how much he’s never stopped wanting her. She came to L.A. for a quiet Christmas. Instead, the billionaire who once claimed her body in one reckless night, and vanished, steals her off the street. Damien Voss thinks she’s his rival’s daughter. Locks her in his penthouse. Plans to use her. But her eyes, her scent, the way she trembles under his touch… It's her. The woman he’s craved for a year. She escapes. Starts over in another country. Finds calm, safety… even gets engaged to Jace Salvador. However, that peace is short-lived when Damien finds her and tears her away from Jace. Carries her back to his bed, his rules, his hunger. She doesn’t remember Damien as the man from the scorching one night stand years ago. To her, he’s just the man who makes her pulse race and her walls crumble. Until the truth crashes in, and the memories of that night return to haunt her. Betrayals burn. A murder trial looms. And Isabella holds the power to save him…or destroy him. She swore she’d never forgive the man from that night. But Damien’s touch makes her forget everything but yes. Damien’s Willing Captive; where Stockholm becomes sanctuary, and the only escape is deeper into his fire.
Ver másHorace Villa****But it was.Out on the patio, lit by the harsh glow of the security lights, lay a crumpled bundle that shouldn't exist. A bloodied piece of cloth…stained with rusty, dried blood…and right beside it, glinting under the moon, a knife. The knife. The one Olivia had gripped so tightly that night, the one she'd plunged into Cleo's body over and over after choking the life out of her.Olivia's breath caught in her throat. She bolted for the door, yanking it open with a force that made the hinges creak. The cold evening air hit her like a slap, but she didn't stop until she was right outside, skidding to a halt just beyond the threshold. Her mouth fell open, wide and frozen in shock, as she stared down at the horror in front of her. Speechless. Utterly speechless. The world narrowed to that bundle…what looked like the top Cleo had been wearing that day, the simple black blouse now torn and crusted with blood that had once been fresh and warm.The others piled out after her
Horace Villa****The woman on the phone started laughing again, louder this time, wild and sharp, like glass breaking in slow motion. “Bet you’re really curious huh? Whose blood could it be?” She repeated, in a singsong tone.Olivia’s voice cracked as she spiraled. “Who the hell are you?!” she screamed into the room, even though the phone was in Osmond’s hand. “What gave you the confidence to act this crazy? Answer me!”The laughter cut off suddenly.“It’s me, silly,” the voice said, sweet as poison. “It’s your home girl, Cleo. The one and only.”Olivia’s head snapped up in shock. Her eyes went huge, like someone had punched her in the soul.“Cle…Cleo?” she stuttered. Then her legs gave out immediately.She dropped straight to the floor in a heap, knees slamming hard against the wood. Her chest started heaving, tight and painful, like her ribs were caving in. She clutched at her shirt, gasping, face turning red then white then red again.Her father rushed over, dropping down beside h
Horace Villa****Olivia’s face went from pale to flushed red in seconds, like someone had flipped a switch inside her. She gripped the phone so tight her knuckles turned white, and without a word she started pacing the living room…fast, angry steps that slapped against the old wooden floor. Back and forth, back and forth, like a tiger stuck in a cage too small for its rage.Osmond watched her for a second, eyebrows drawn together. “Olivia,” he said, voice low but sharp. “What’s going on? Talk to me.”She didn’t even look at him. Just kept pacing, phone glued to her ear, lips pressed into a thin, furious line.He tried again, louder. “Olivia! Fucking say something!”Still nothing. Whatever was being said on the other end had her completely locked in, eyes wide, breathing shallow and quick.Osmond’s patience snapped. He jerked his chin at one of his men…the biggest one, built like a refrigerator with arms. The guy stepped forward without a word. Olivia saw him coming too late…she twist
Horace Villa****Olivia’s pulse spiked so hard she felt it in her throat.Her pulse thundered in her ears.Could it be Damien’s men? Had suspicion finally found its way to her door? Had his people somehow traced the plan back here?What if they’d heard something…just enough to connect the dots…and decided to end the masterminds behind the arrest, starting with her family?Her breath hitched.Or worse…what if it was the police?What if someone had talked? What if one careless whisper had unraveled everything she’d fought so hard to bury? What if Osmond turned against her, and sold her out to the authorities?The thought curdled in her chest, cold and suffocating. For a split second, blind panic flooded her…who could it be? Who could have followed her? Who knew about this place? Had someone tailed her after all? But then reason clawed its way in.Wait.It could be them after all. The crew she’d hired…the professionals who were supposed to stage the diversion, crash the transport, and






Welcome to GoodNovel world of fiction. If you like this novel, or you are an idealist hoping to explore a perfect world, and also want to become an original novel author online to increase income, you can join our family to read or create various types of books, such as romance novel, epic reading, werewolf novel, fantasy novel, history novel and so on. If you are a reader, high quality novels can be selected here. If you are an author, you can obtain more inspiration from others to create more brilliant works, what's more, your works on our platform will catch more attention and win more admiration from readers.