"I own you, mi esposa," he asserts, his voice frightening as always. "And if you think you can try to weasel your way out of our marriage—like you've failed numerous times, you have another thing coming, cause the last I checked," he pins me to the wall, face inches from mine, my legs wrapped around his waist, and my heartbeat in shreds as I inhale his threats. "Our vows were sacred, and so is my leverage." Then he frees his cock and rams into me with blinding rage. My heart plummets as I throw my head back and whimper with broken need. ~~~ What started as a naive act of sisterly love backfired when Liora's sister, Skylar Fletcher, revealed the true reason she begged Liora to take her place at the altar. Still holding a grudge against Liora and secretly out for revenge, Skylar tricked Liora into marrying the cold-hearted and ruthless billionaire Mafia boss, who's rumored to have murdered his ex-wife in cold blood. By the time Liora realizes the truth and seeks an escape from the trap called marriage, it's almost too late—Lorenzo Sorrentino is onto her. —This book is purely dark romance. You have been warned— Enjoy your read.
View MoreSilence stretches between us for a moment as I process what my sister just revealed."You didn’t know, did you?" Skylar smirks. "You really bought it when we told you it was because of bankruptcy? Gosh, you’re just so gullible.""Dad gambled... again?""He did. Isn’t he an addict? What, you thought he’d just quit it because you acted on your threat to leave home a few years ago? Your presence holds no value or influence over any of us. In fact, none of us cared after you left."I draw in a deep breath. This is a lot to take in. I shake my head and say to my sister calmly, pleadingly, "Skylar, please, tell me none of this is true.""Which part?" she grins mischievously. "The part where we never saw you as family, or that we deliberately sold you to the Mafia?"I feel my heart twinge."Cause you know, both are true. Well, you should know something about your husband, Liora. The dark rumor I told you was circulating around him."My eyes flicker between Skylar's.She continues, "He murder
To say I'm bewildered is an epic understatement.My eyes dart between the two of them in confusion. I'm shook by their proximity.I'm just taking in their appearances — Skylar looks so flustered, and Zayn looks exhausted and overwhelmed. There's also a flicker of guilt in his eyes, but it's masked by annoyance.Something's not right.Seeing my sister standing so intimately close to MY boyfriend, dressed in nothing but a lingerie nightdress, sends my thoughts racing across Jupiter, pondering the possibilities that might have led her to this boldness.One possibility clicks.But I shake my head inwardly. No, it can't be what I’m thinking.Skylar wouldn’t do that to me. And even if Zayn were to cheat, he wouldn’t do it with my own sister. There must be some other explanation for this.I finally reel myself back from my bewilderment and direct my question at Skylar, whose hand has now entwined Zayn’s muscular arm.I ignore the sight, pushing down the volcano of emotions threatening to eru
I managed to escape Lorenzo's Victorian Gothic mansion, heavily crammed with high security, with the help of Agnes—after much pleading and reassuring her that I’d owe her one, might I add.After Lorenzo's departure earlier, I went downstairs to join Agnes in the kitchen, despite her reluctance to let me help.She said that 'the boss' didn’t like it when his wife exerted force on anything, and I’m not even sure what she meant by that, since he wasn’t there with us, and it's not like I’ve ever helped Agnes out with anything before. ~Except he's not talking about you, love~. Yeah, whatever.Nonetheless, despite Agnes's hesitations, I persisted and still assisted her with breakfast, even cleaning up afterward. We chatted and quickly got to know more about each other, and in no time, we turned into BFFs.That’s because I was secretly building this connection with her, preparing for the moment I’d ask her permission to go out—since she’s the one in charge. And since Lorenzo made it explicit
I stir from my slumber as sun rays assault my face.With a groan, I reluctantly sober up and open my eyes to what appears to be a posh master’s bedroom. My gaze flickers weakly between the waterfall chandelier, spilling warm yellow light all over the room.I pause for a minute or two, then sit up and lean my back against the headboard.Pressing my hand to my temples, I attempt to massage off the ache that's threatening to split my head in half.Gosh, I feel like shit. My head feels like it's been used to practice a drum contest or something.I'm obviously suffering from a hangover this morning. And even though my thoughts are a bit hazy at the moment, I still recall everything that happened last night—events that eventually led me to this luxurious bedroom.I married a Mafia boss. It was impromptu—something I never imagined would happen to me in a million years. But you know what they say about life being unpredictable. I let out an exasperated breath after regaining my composure.
LIORA"I take you to be my wife," his rich, deep, and utterly dangerous voice permeates the chill air in the Orthodox church as he maintains eye contact—with me. "To honor you, to protect you, and to walk with you—for life," he finalizes.What about the promise to love me?Scoff. Who am I kidding? I already know what I signed up for when I agreed to this—a cold-hearted monster with zero emotional feelings whatsoever.So I shouldn't expect such sacred vows from him. After all, this is only temporary.The priest motions to me. I clear my throat and begin, a bit more steadily than before, as rehearsed. "And I take you..." I trail off, my gaze straying to the pair of imploring hazel eyes meeting mine from across the room.I stare at my sister, who is standing beside our parents, a little too long, inwardly second-guessing my decision.Her eyes are pleading—same as my parents'. They must sense my hesitation.Not wanting them to panic, I redirect my gaze to the man in front of me and conti
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