MasukWhen the arrogant and ruthless billionaire and mafia king, Dante Russo and the daughter of a dubious mogul, Vivian Lau enter into a marriage arrangement under duress, orchestrated by a blackmail scheme that threatens Dante's position, Dante is furious. But he has to to protect his reputation and his brother's life. Dante is ruthless and arrogant, initially determined to end the engagement and destroy Vivian's father's company. Vivian, while outwardly compliant and ambitious, finds herself falling for her new husband, which complicates her life and plans. The story follows Vivian's journey from a dutiful daughter to a strong-willed woman who finds her own voice and learns to assert her own desires and boundaries. Dante, through his interactions with Vivian, begins to let his guard down and develops genuine feelings for her. But what happens when there is another scheme that threatens Dante's position and holds more risk and promise of death for his family. Someone is determined to destroy the Russo family, and Vivian stands in his way. And he is more than determined to do anything to bring the Russo empire down, even if it means fulfilling Vivian's death wish...
Lihat lebih banyak{DANTE}Vivian did end up speaking to one of ourtherapists after the Lohman & Sons incident. Shenever discussed her sessions, but by the time we arrived in Bali, her sleep had improved and she was mostly back to her normal witty, sarcastic self.I told myself my relief had nothing to do with herpersonally and that I was simply glad she was in the right headspace to meet my parents.“Are you sure your parents live here?” Vivian stared at the villa in front of us.Hand-hewn sculptures dotted the lawn in a riot ofprimary colors, and an overabundance of wind chimes tinkled by the front door. Giant sunflowers sprouted up the walls in splashes of yellow and green paint.It looked like a cross between a luxury villa and a daycare center.“Yes.” The place had Janis Russo written all over it. The front door flew open, revealing a mass of curly brown hair and a floor-length caftan. “Prepare yourself.”“Darling!” my mother cried. “Oh, it’s so wonderful to see you! My baby boy!” She
{DANTE}You got blood on my shirt, Brax.” I rolled up mysleeves, hiding the bloodstain in question.“That’s the third strike.”He glared at me, his expression mutinous beneath the blood and bruises. He was tied to a chair, his arms and legs bound with rope. He was the only one of his accomplices still conscious.The other two slumped in their seats, their heads lolling and their blood hitting the floor in a steady drip, drip. Several of their limbs bent at unnatural angles.“You talk too much.” Brax spat out a mouthful of dark red liquid.Brax Miller. Ex-con with a mile-long rap sheet, balls of steel, and a brain the size of a walnut. I smiled, then hit him again. His head snapped back, and a pained groan filled the air.My bruised knuckles stung. The room jokingly dubbed the Holding Cell in my private security headquarters smelled like copper, sweat, and the thick, cloying scent of fear.It was two days after the attempted robbery at Lohman & Sons, longer than we’d ever hel
{VIVIAN}I couldn’t stop shivering.I stepped out of the bathroom, my skin ice cold despite my bathrobe, the heated floors, and the hot bath I’d soaked in for the past hour.It was late evening, hours after the attempted Lohman & Sons robbery, but I was still stuck on the showroom floor with a gun under my chin and evil staring back at me. The entire incident had lasted less than ten minutes before backup security arrived and neutralized the situation.No one got hurt, but I couldn’t stop thinking about what-ifs.What if backup had arrived a minute too late?What if the robber had shot first and asked questions later?What if I’d died? What would I have to show for it except a closet full of nice clothes and a life spent doing the “right thing?”I would’ve died without visiting the Atacama Desert for stargazing or falling in love more than once. Things I’d always thought I would have time to do because I was only in my late twenties, dammit, and I was supposed to be invincible a
{DANTE}“This better be important.” I put my phone onspeaker and shrugged off my jacket. “This is thefirst damn break I’ve had since I landed.”My trip to San Francisco had been a whirlwind ofmeetings, photo ops, and dealing with people whose heads were so far up their asses they’d require surgery to see daylight.I’d barely slept in the past forty-eight hours, but we were finally closing the deal with Franco Santeri in two hours. Until then, I wanted to shower, eat, and, if I was lucky, grab some shuteye for five minutes.“It is. There was an attempted robbery at the Lohman & Sons flagship store in New York.” Giulio, my head of corporate security in North America, cut straight to the chase. He was one of Christian’s men, but he’d worked for me for so long he answered directly to me instead ofChristian. “We apprehended the perpetrators before they escaped. They’re currently in our custody.”“Was anyone hurt?”“One of the security guards was knocked unconscious and has a co






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