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Dear Stranger, Kiss Me at My Husband's Wedding. 66.
CallistaAvenior was mine again.I thought getting it back would be the hardest part but I was wrong.Getting it back was one thing. Making people believe in it again was an entirely different fucking nightmare.Three days after signing the documents, Avenior officially reopened under my ownership. I had spent the first morning sitting in the company's executive office, staring at the familiar glass walls and the enormous gold lettering on the reception desk.AVENIOR.I cried when I saw the name. Then I rolled up my sleeves and got to work.I wasn't going to waste another second mourning what Daelan had stolen from me. I had a business to rebuild, customers to win back, and a reputation to rescue from the fucking grave.Unfortunately, Daelan had done a spectacular job of burying it.By noon, my phone was buzzing so relentlessly that I wanted to throw the damn thing through a window.I ignored the first few notifications.Then the next ten.Then I opened my business account.And immedi
Dear Stranger, Kiss Me at My Husband's Wedding. 65.
Callista“You've been a good girl.” The words should have pissed me off.Coming from Luca Moretti, they should have made me roll my eyes, curse him out, and remind him that I wasn't some obedient little pet waiting for his approval.Instead, my throat tightened.I looked at him.His face was unreadable, but his thumb was still beneath my chin, his touch surprisingly gentle against the tears drying on my cheeks.For a man who had spent so much time frightening the hell out of me, Luca had an unsettling way of making me feel safe at the exact moment I expected him to hurt me.I hate him. At least, that was what I kept telling myself.He released my chin. “let's leave.”And just like that, he walked away.I stared after him. Seriously?That was it?He had just returned Avenior to me—the company my ex-husband had stolen, the piece of my life I'd spent years grieving—and now he was walking away as though he'd bought me a damn cup of coffee.I looked down at the folder in my hands.My name
Dear Stranger, Kiss Me at My Husband's Wedding. 64.
Callista“Everything is ready.”The words sent a strange chill down my spine.I looked at the man with the scar running from the corner of his mouth to his jaw. There was something about him that made the hairs on my arms rise. He didn't look like an employee.He looked like the kind of man people hired when they wanted someone to disappear.Luca, however, didn't seem bothered.He simply extended his hand toward me. “Come.”I stared at his palm.After everything that had happened tonight, trusting Luca Moretti was probably the dumbest fucking thing I could do.But somehow, I still placed my hand in his. His fingers closed around mine.He led me through the crowd, past the tables and the men in expensive suits, toward a set of dark wooden doors I hadn't noticed when we came in.The moment we stepped through them, the noise behind us disappeared.I released a breath I hadn't realized I'd been holding.Fresh air hit my face. I closed my eyes for a second.Gosh….I needed that.The strange
Dear Stranger, Kiss Me at My Husband's Wedding. 63.
CallistaI should have known something was wrong the moment Luca Moretti walked into the thrift shop like he owned the damn place.Actually, scratch that.I should have known something was wrong the moment he suggested bringing me here.Luca was a billionaire. A man whose name could make CEOs straighten their backs and politicians pick up their phones. He owned hotels, casinos, private jets, and businesses I couldn't even pronounce. Yet here he was, strolling through a crowded thrift shop as though he had been visiting the place every damn weekend.He greeted the staff by name.They bowed when he passed.And the worst part?Nobody looked surprised to see him.I stood beside him, tugging at the hem of my expensive dress while trying to make sense of the madness around me.At the far end of the luxurious warehouse stood a casino.A fucking casino.Men in designer suits sat around poker tables while women draped in diamonds laughed over champagne. Some wore clothes that looked like they
Dear Stranger, Kiss Me at My Husband's Wedding. 62
CallistaThe television was still screaming my name…not literally but it might as well have been.I stood in the living room with my arms folded tightly across my chest, staring at the screen as yet another news anchor sat behind a polished desk and confidently destroyed whatever remained of my reputation.“Sources have described Callista as a ruthless businesswoman with a history of mistreating her employees…”I frowned.Another picture of me appeared. I blinked. “Seriously?”The anchor continued. “There have even been allegations that she physically assaulted members of her own staff….”My jaw dropped.“What?”I grabbed the remote. “Who the hell did I assault?”The television continued. Apparently, I was cruel and a terrible employer according to the news, possibly the reincarnation of Satan.I stared at the screen in disbelief and then I switched it off.I dropped the remote onto the couch. “Unbelievable.”My chest tightened. I knew the media had never exactly adored me, but this
Dear Stranger, Kiss Me at My Husband's Wedding. 61
CallistaI ran. I didn't stop to question where I was going or whether running would actually solve anything.I just ran.My bare feet slapped against the floor as I stumbled out of Luca's room, my breathing coming in short, uneven bursts. My heart was pounding so violently against my ribs that it hurt.I couldn't get my name long tatted on his chest out of my head. It was burned into my mind now, just as permanently as the ink was burned into his skin.What the fuck was that?I reached the staircase and nearly tripped over my own feet. I grabbed the railing, catching myself before I fell, then continued down the stairs.My hands were shaking.My entire body was shaking. I pressed one hand against my chest, desperately trying to slow my heartbeat.It didn't work."What the hell..." I whispered. I didn't even know whether I was frightened or simply overwhelmed.Luca wasn't just a psychopath. That much I already knew.But now? Now I was beginning to suspect he was something much worse.
Dear Stranger, Kiss Me at My Husband's Wedding. 6.
Callista“What if we…?” The words barely made it out of my mouth before they tangled with my breath and died somewhere between my lips and his chest.My heart slammed hard against my ribs like it was trying to escape me. My thoughts spiraled so fast I could barely catch one. What if we did? What i
Dear Stranger, Kiss Me at My Husband's Wedding. 5.
Callista“You’re awake?”His voice slid into me like a blade wrapped in velvet. It didn’t just reach my ears; it crawled under my skin. I didn’t even breathe.He stood there, he didn’t just stand, he loomed shirtless.Only a white towel hung low on his waist, clinging just enough to make it indec
Dear Stranger, Kiss Me at My Husband's Wedding. 4.
Callista “Thief,” I spat. “You’re nothing but a goddamn thief.”Her eyes went wide, that fake calm cracking for just a second, and I laughed “Now I get it,” I murmured to myself. “You got close to me to live my life.”I let the chuckle roll off my tongue. “Enjoy your thirty seconds of triumph,” I
Dear Stranger, Kiss Me at My Husband's Wedding. 3.
CallistaI stared at the lawyer like he’d just started speaking a language I’d never heard before. My chest heaved violently, each inhale scraping my throat like broken glass. It felt like someone had shoved a fist into my lungs and was squeezing. “So…” My voice trembled, each word fragile. “I’m th
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