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Penulis: Akomolafe Faith

Tanggal publikasi: 2026-05-21 19:16:13

Then I noticed bodies on the floor. Several fucking bodies scattered across the warehouse floor, some weren’t moving at all.

Blood spread across the concrete beneath them.

My stomach twisted violently.

Gunshots had stopped and the silence afterward felt horrifying.

Then the driver’s side of the car that had crashed into the machine that blew up slowly opened and Luca stepped out.

My heartbeat stumbled violently inside my chest, he looked wrecked.

His black shirt was st

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Dear Stranger, Kiss Me at My Husband's Wedding. 21.
Then I noticed bodies on the floor. Several fucking bodies scattered across the warehouse floor, some weren’t moving at all.Blood spread across the concrete beneath them.My stomach twisted violently.Gunshots had stopped and the silence afterward felt horrifying.Then the driver’s side of the car that had crashed into the machine that blew up slowly opened and Luca stepped out.My heartbeat stumbled violently inside my chest, he looked wrecked.His black shirt was stained with blood and dirt, clinging tightly to his body. Parts of the fabric were ripped open like someone had slashed at him repeatedly with a knife. Blood covered one of his arms completely, dripping slowly from his fingers onto the floor.There was bruising near his jaw and a cut across his eyebrow and yet somehow he still looked terrifyingly beautiful like a devil who had crawled through hell itself to reach me.My breath caught painfully as he spotted me instantly.The second hi
Dear Stranger, Kiss Me at My Husband's Wedding. 20.
CallistaThe industrial machine groaned like a monster straight out of hell.Metal screamed against metal as the massive crusher rolled closer to the car, each turn of its gears vibrating through the concrete floor beneath me. The entire warehouse shook with the sound, dust raining from the ceiling while sparks burst somewhere in the darkness.And I was trapped right in front of it.“No…no, please!” I screamed, my voice breaking into something ugly and desperate. “Somebody fucking help me!”My wrists burned against the plastic ties digging into my skin. My ankles were bound so tightly I could barely feel my legs anymore. Sweat drenched my shirt, sticking to my back like a second skin while panic clawed through my chest so violently I thought my ribs would crack open.The crusher kept moving closer and closer.The sound alone was enough to drive someone insane.I thrashed against the seat, crying so hard my vision blurred. My shoulder slammed into the door repeatedly as I tried to forc
Dear Stranger, Kiss Me at My Husband's Wedding. 19.
The moment the car finally screeched to a halt, everything inside me changed, just like a wire pulled too tight finally giving way.My body was yanked forward, then violently shoved back as rough hands dragged me out of the vehicle. The air outside hit my lungs cold and unfamiliar, and I immediately knew this wasn’t Luca.It couldn’t be.Luca Moretti never touched me like this.Even when he was angry… even when he was distant… there had always been restraint. Something almost careful in the way his hands found me.These men had none of that.One of them grabbed my arm so hard I thought the bone would crack. Another shoved my shoulder, laughing under his breath like I was nothing like I was luggage.“Move,” one of them barked.I stumbled, my feet dragging on uneven ground I couldn’t see properly because of the thick black bag over my head. It smelled like dust and sweat and fear…my fear.“Please,” I choked out, my voice shaking. “Where are you taking me? I don’t understand…this is a mi
Dear Stranger, Kiss Me at My Husband's Wedding. 18.
CallistaAfter sniffing the flowers, I noticed a folded letter buried between the ridiculous amount of roses “I’d take you on a date, Miss.”That was it? It has no name, no question mark, no fucking manners.I stared at the note for a long second before laughing bitterly. “Psycho,” I muttered under my breath.Who the hell asks a woman on a date like that? Especially a woman whose life was currently collapsing like a damn building on fire.I tossed the bouquet across the room with irritation. The flowers slammed against the wall and scattered petals all over the floor.But then my eyes drifted toward the mirror.I froze. Gosh….I looked beautiful.Even after crying for days. Even after stress had hollowed my chest out and drained the life from me. My messy hair framed my face perfectly, my lips still looked soft and full, and my oversized sweater hung off one shoulder in a way that made me look heartbreakingly fragile.I hated that I still looked pretty while my life was turning into ab
Dear Stranger, Kiss Me at My Husband's Wedding. 17.
Callista I stood in front of the mirror wrapped in nothing but a towel while Luca sat behind me watching quietly, and somehow that silence carried more tension than screaming ever could. Every movement I made felt hyperaware beneath his gaze. I could practically feel his eyes tracing over my shoulders, my damp legs, the water still sliding slowly down my neck. It terrified me completely because beneath the fear, another emotion kept trying to crawl into my chest, something dangerous and humiliating that I didn’t want to acknowledge. Comfort? Gosh, what the fuck was wrong with me? This man had threatened me with a gun less than thirty minutes ago, told me I would belong to him if I failed to repay him, and yet somehow the room no longer felt suffocating while he sat inside it. That realization alone made me feel sick with myself. I tightened my grip on the comb while trying to untangle my hair with shaky hands, but frustration quickly overwhelmed me. My fingers trembled too much.
Dear Stranger, Kiss Me at My Husband's Wedding. 16.
CallistaLuca stared at me like a man already imagining ownership. The kind that wrapped chains around your throat so slowly you didn’t notice until breathing became impossible.The silence between us stretched painfully while his fingers continued moving through my damp hair with unsettling calmness. I hated the way he touched me like he had already decided I belonged to him. Hated the way my body stayed frozen beneath his attention because every instinct inside me screamed that one wrong word could make this man snap.Then he smiled, beautiful in the most terrifying way possible.“I’m Luca Moretti,” he said quietly, almost like his name alone should explain everything. “Men beg for my respect. Women beg for my attention. Entire fucking governments shake hands with me carefully because they know exactly what happens when they disappoint me.”His hand slid under my chin again, forcing my eyes toward his. “And for you to repay me,” he continued smoothly, “you’ll become one of my misses.

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