LOGINI never meant to give my virginity to the devil. Two weeks later, I walked down the aisle in white…and found him waiting at the altar. Zayden Romano killed my groom. Took his place. Made me his wife to destroy my father. He calls me leverage. A pawn. His revenge. But the way he pins me down at 3 a.m., spreads me open, and growls “mine” while I come apart on his tongue doesn’t feel like revenge. It feels like obsession. He’s the monster I’m supposed to hate. So why am I begging the devil for more?
View MoreBella’s POVMatteo looked at Zayden with an anger that stopped the entire room.“Zayden…” he started smoothly. “I would say it’s a pleasure but I’m not a very good liar.”Zayden chuckled. “Come on, Matteo.” He said. “Let’s not be like that tonight. In fact.” He paused, sitting across from us, crossing his legs. “Let’s catch up.”Matteo stiffened, then pulled me closer to him like I was an anchor.“Very well,” he said. He waved his hand ordering more drinks for the table.Zayden didn't even look at me, and I didn’t look at him either.I completely drowned in the surrounding chatter hoping this night would end soon.“So…” Zayden started again. “Who’s the lovely lady you have here?” He asked.My head snapped up and that’s when my eyes met his.Hold. Hard. And calculating.“If you must know. She’s my fiancé.” Matteo said. “Her name….is Valentina.”My head snapped toward Matteo. Valentina? Why would Matteo lie about my name?Zayden chuckled but said nothing.“Nice to meet you Valentina.” H
Bella’s POVI woke up two hours ago, getting ready for my night out with Matteo.I slipped on my heels, taking one last look at myself in the mirror.The dress was black silk, clinging like a second skin, neckline plunging just enough to make my father pretend he didn’t notice.I took a deep breath.I had no idea what I was walking into tonight, but whatever it was, I needed to dress to kill.I headed down the stairs, heart thudding with every step.My father was waiting in the living room, arms open, as if this were some proud father-daughter moment.“Bella!” He beamed, pulling me into a hug that felt like chains. “You look perfect. Tonight, make me proud.”I nodded, forcing a smile that hurt. “Sure. But I have to go. Matteo’s waiting.”He released me with one last approving pat on the shoulder. Outside, the cold wind slapped my bare arms.A sleek black Maybach pulled up at the curb, engine purring like a predator.The driver opened the door.Matteo was sprawled in the back seat, leg
Zayden had had more one-night stands than he could count. Faces he forgot before the sun rose. Names he never asked for.But her? Bella. She was different. In his mind. On his skin. In the silence between his thoughts.There was something in the way she fell apart that night—quietly and desperately. Like she was left alone broken and bruised.He hadn’t meant to take her home. Hell, he didn’t even know why he spoke to her.But the moment he saw her sitting alone, her glass trembling in her hand, a storm buried behind her eyes—he couldn’t look away.And when she moaned in his bed—begging, whimpering, pleading with him to screw her—it turned him on more than he ever imagined.She wasn’t like the others. Not some spoiled socialite.Not a woman who wanted his name, his wealth, or his control.She wanted to feel and he let her.Now he couldn’t get her out of his head.He hadn’t even asked her last name. But he remembered the way her mouth trembled when she whispered his name against his ski
Bella’s POVThat night, I stood outside my father’s office with my hand lifted, knuckles hovering inches from the door.My pulse wouldn’t slow.Everything in me screamed that what I was about to do was dangerous—but danger didn’t scare me anymore. Not after Zayden Romano. Not after the slap. Not after realising my entire life had been traded away like a bargaining chip.I finally knocked.“Come in,” My father called.I pushed the door open and stepped inside. He sat behind the heavy desk, reading something on his tablet like the world wasn’t actively burning around us.I cleared my throat. “I want Matteo’s number.”He looked up slowly and studied me.The silence stretched thin between us. My chest tightened—but I held his gaze, and didn’t blink.“He told me I could get it from you,” I added, forcing sweetness into my voice. “Said we should… get to know each other better.”The word tasted bitter.Something shifted in my father’s eyes. The tension in his shoulders eased. Then unbeliev












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