เข้าสู่ระบบ"You're replaceable, but you'll be loyal to me and me alone. I don't care if other men touch your body, but only I get to fuck that tight little cunt of yours. Is that clear?" *** After being crowned the sexiest woman in North America, Bianca's world was turned upside down by a life-threatening heart condition. But everything changed when she awoke with a new heart-a gift from a mysterious stranger who wished to remain anonymous. Bianca meets the devil-Dante Wentworth, a DID billionaire who wants nothing more than to claim the body she craves to offer. Despite her best efforts to resist his magnetic pull, Bianca can't help but feel drawn to him, and her borrowed heart seems to ache for him more with every passing moment, turning her into a slave of rootless desires. To Dante, she's nothing but a plaything-a simple conquest. And he's bent on exploiting her obsession with him to its fullest. But what happens when Bianca discovers that her time left is limited and that some people are just irredeemable? Will she ever uncover who her donor was to Dante? Can the depth of her affection for him strike him as more than infatuation?
ดูเพิ่มเติม[Dante]People always knew when I arrived somewhere—mostly because I never arrived anywhere unannounced.I preferred meetings on my turf, conversations on my terms, and people on my schedule. So the look on George Whitford's security guard's face when I randomly showed up without a word said enough.Thankfully, I didn't need to start explaining who I was. Not after I'd been the one to find him a place to stay for the period of our business. Hence the security was somewhat familiar with me.George's house was loud from the outside—music, laughter and the noise of splashing water. Exactly the sort of environment that would give him an erection and give me alongside his neighbours a headache.I stepped into the open courtyard and stopped.I'd expected chaos, but not this.George strolled out of the poolside like an overfed Roman emperor—wet, bronzed and sporting nothing but an obscenely tight swimsuit he had no business wearing in public. His arms were draped around two bikini-clad women
[Dante]Somehow, I'd spent the last few hours in the station.My lawyer arrived twenty minutes later, but it didn't stop the officers from picking at me like hungry dogs circling a wounded animal.They kept their voices and words mostly professional but the way their eyes kept drifting over my file said everything: They'd already made up their minds."Mr. Wentworth," one of them said, tapping the thick folder with the back of his pen, "your record doesn't do you any favours."I kept my face blank. Still hated being addressed that way."My record," I repeated, leaning back in the chair. "You mean the one you keep misinterpreting?"My lawyer shot me a warning look, subtle but clear 'Don't antagonise them.'Why shouldn't I? Weren't they doing the same thing?The detective across from me pushed the file toward me, as if I needed proof of the life I'd lived."History of violent behaviour. Anger issues. A psychiatric evaluation at—""That was years ago," I frowned and my lawyer continued."
TRIGGER WARNING: SOME READERS MIGHT FIND THIS CHAPTER SLIGHTLY DISTURBING. (No Rape. No Violence)***[Bianca]When I came to, I was slouched upright on a couch. I could tell we weren't in the same apartment anymore.The air didn't smell like mould and bleach this time — just new furniture, coffee, and faint detergent. The curtains were heavy, beige. And though my limbs still felt sluggish, the pins and needles had begun to fade. Slowly, painfully, I was starting to feel myself again.Giovanni had knocked me out mid-drive just to keep me from knowing the way to his new place and its exact location. And ever since I came to, he had been in the bedroom for the last half hour, pacing and yelling into the phone.At first, I thought he was arguing with someone local—but then I realised he wasn't speaking English at all. It sounded like Italian. The words came fast and I couldn't understand a single one, but I didn't have to. His tone said everything.He was angry. Furious, even. Maybe fro
[Dante]The pounding at the door didn't stop."Police! Open up!"For a moment, I didn't move. The disconnected static of the phone still rang in my ear, my pulse still syncing with the caller's last words.Then the knocking came again, harder.I exhaled slowly and went to the door. When I opened it, several officers stood on the porch, away from the drizzle, their uniforms wet. Behind them, a patrol car idled at the edge of the drive, lights flashing red and blue across the marble steps."Mr. Dante Wentworth?" one of them asked, his tone clipped and official."Yes," I said evenly.The older officer stepped forward, holding out a folded document encased in a plastic sleeve. "We have a search warrant for the premises."I studied it without taking it. "Search warrant," I repeated. "For what exactly?"He cleared his throat. "Evidence relating to the possible homicide of one Malcolm Lee."For a few seconds, the words lingered between us.Malcolm.The same man whose head had been delivered
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