Mag-log inFrom standing at the altar, ready to marry her childhood best friend, to being forced into a wedding with the most feared man in Maython City—the Don himself. Salvador is the living incarnation of Hades, a man of cruelty and border line disdain. Those who cross him are marked as his branded dogs for life. Catalina Maria never imagined her fate would take such a cruel turn. It was her fiancé who betrayed the Don, stealing from him and scorning his power. Yet, it is she who must pay the price. Because to Salvador, Catalina isn’t just an innocent bystander. She’s his collateral. She is everything he is not. Soft where he is hardened. Kind where he is ruthless. Terrified of his eyes, while he finds himself unable to look away from hers. Oh, mercy.
view moreSalvador Silver Mendoza.I know what I saw when I walked in. She didn’t notice me at first—not the moment I entered my own damn closet and found her displayed like a present, waiting for me.The girl I forced into marriage is wearing my shirt—an oversized thing that swallows her small frame but does nothing to hide the heft of her ass as she bends over my watch counter. I always knew, from the way her hips moved that her ass was a handful. But now, I see it for myself—the swell of it, flawless, except for a birthmark the color of a ripe tomato.My eyes are sharp. I don’t miss the black lace thong peeking between her thighs as she shifts, the fabric disappears into the cleft of her body. But even without the details, the image is enough to make a man release.Then she notices me.The devastation on her face is almost amusing especially when I step closer.Catali stutters, hesitates, flounders for an explanation—one that won’t come because she knows, just as I do, that there isn’t a goo
Catalina Maria.I still can’t believe it.When Salvador mentioned liking the kiss, I almost thought I misheard him. That means the first time he kissed me on this bed, it wasn’t out of intimidation. It wasn’t to punish me. He wanted to. Is he attracted to me? I could be delusional, but I had to test it.Going to him, standing on my toes—is something I would never do. Not in any situation. I never make the first move, not even when I was dating Lucas. But in that moment, I knew this was my only way out. It was my only chance at testing if this monster of a man bears an attraction to me.It took everything in me to gather the confidence to walk up to him to his sharp, arrogant face. And when I barely brushed his lips for a second, he took charge. That’s when I got scared. That’s why I pulled away. The first time. The second. Even the third. But I can’t forget the way his hand rested on my lower back, the way his fingers pressed into my waist before trailing lower to my bum.I feel like
Salvador Mendoza.How do I tell her I want to kiss those pouty lips? That’s not even the question she asked. She wants my trust. My trust. After she tried to run or take some little college test—whichever story is the truth.I have no reason to give her anything but yet here she is, standing in my space with that beautiful face and my favorite food. Something about that combination has me sitting here, actually having a conversation with her, without threats or reminders of who holds the power. Me.She burns under my gaze when I don’t reply. I see it in the way her fingers twitch, like she needs something to hold onto, some kind of leverage against the weight of my silence.“Um—”“You want my trust.” I push off the table, folding my arms as I break the silence. She nods.“Then come here.”I know she’s afraid—of me, of my tattoos, of everything I’ve done. I’ve seen her eyes trace the ink on my skin too many times. Slowly, she steps forward. One. Two. She stops. I flick my fingers, beck
Catalina Maria.I didn’t wait for him to wake up this morning. The moment I could, I slipped out of his room like a shadow. After last night, there’s no denying it anymore—Salvador is every bit the monster people say he is, and maybe worse. I’ve made myself a silent promise: I won’t defy him again if I can help it.But at least... at least I got to write my test. Small victories, I guess.Still, guilt weighs heavy on me. Diego is the only one who’s treated me like a person in this house. Not a prisoner or a servant. I should’ve told him where I was going. I owe him an apology. I know he must be upset with me, maybe even disappointed.So here I am, scrubbing dishes, folding laundry until my arms are sore, cleaning the vases one by one, letting the hum of work drown out the memory of Salvador’s threat. The image of my family home burning… I can’t shake it. Anything, I’d do anything to not think about it.“There you are…” Rosa startles g me as I tend to flowers. “I’m sure everyone’s bee
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.