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Chapter 6

Auteur: JE Writes
last update Date de publication: 2026-08-16 14:05:00

Damien’s POV

Ariana was fast asleep by the time Bruce pulled the Maybach into the private garage beneath my penthouse.

I sat in the quiet dark, looking at her. Part of me wanted to wake her up right then and remind her who she was dealing with. I had never met a woman as stubborn or reckless as Ariana Carter.

Hours ago, I gave her clear rules: no parties, no unchaperoned events, and no surrounding herself with random men. The memory of other guys touching her made my hands clench into fists.
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