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A Ride Into Trouble.

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Angel's Point Of View

Standing before me, his grip firm yet gentle, his gaze impassive.

“Mr. D’Amano?” My voice came out quieter than I intended.

“Are you done with your training?” His voice was unreadable, his expression giving nothing away.

“Y…yes, I was just about to leave,” I replied, hating the way my words wavered under his intense stare.

“I’ll drop you off.” It wasn’t an offer. It was a command.

“No..no..no, Mr. D’Amano, I…I can mana….”

“You don’t have a choice, Caramella,” he interrupted, his deep voice laced with dominance.

I sucked in a breath. There was no use arguing—he had already decided. So I let him lead me to his car, a sleek sky-blue luxurious sedan that stood with an air of power, its tinted windows concealing the mysteries within.

I expected him to simply get in and let me fend for myself, but instead, he surprised me. Without a word, he opened the passenger door for me.

I hesitated for a second before offering him a shy smile and slipping ins
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He'd sworn he'd never leave Angel, yet the possibility that she might stoop to manipulation gnawed at him, even as he dismissed it.


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Raul's voice cracked, low and sharp, fury and betrayal swirling in his blue eyes.


His hands clenched at his sides, knuckles white, as if holding himself back from shattering.


Claretta's tear-streaked face crumpled, her swollen eyes desperate. 


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I stared at my reflection in the mirror, admiring the nude-colored gown Raul had picked out for me.


The shimmery polyester clung to my body like a second skin, tracing every curve I possessed. Tiny diamonds were intricately stitched into the fabric, catching the light with every breath I took.


The plunging neckline, barely concealed by a sheer body net, teased just enough—my breasts gently peeking through without shame or apology.


My curly hair was swept up into an elegant updo, with a few soft strands cascading down the sides of my face. 


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The diamond jewelry he gifted me sparkled beneath the vanity lights. I slipped them on quickly, then stepped into my heels and made my way downstairs.


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