LOGINI despised Dante Moretti long before he slid that ring onto my finger. Arrogant. Controlling. The kind of boss who could ruin my day with a single clipped order. I hated the way he spoke to me. I hated the way he watched me more. But walking into my hometown with his ring and watching my ex-husband’s face drain of color felt wickedly perfect. The elders wanted to see real love before selling their land. So Dante and I lied. We played the sweet couple. Except Dante didn’t touch me like a man pretending. At the Christmas market, his hand slid down my spine and stopped right where it shouldn’t. At dinner, he whispered against my ear, “If he’s watching, spread your legs a little. Let him see who owns you now.” I should have slapped him. Instead, my body answered him before I could breathe. He kissed my temple too slow and held my waist too tight. When the lights dimmed, he murmured, “Open for me.” “Keep your eyes on me.” “I want you shaking for me, not for him.” Somewhere between hating him and wanting him to wreck me, everything blurred. Because the man who barked orders in boardrooms had me whispering his name in the dark, Christmas lights flickering over his bare shoulders while he swallowed every sound I made. My ex wanted me broken. Dante wanted me ruined, but only beneath him. And the worst part was how easily I let him. Santa didn’t bring me a miracle. He gave me a sin in a three piece suit and I tore the wrapping off with trembling hands.
View MoreCINNAMON:He walked toward us from the entrance we had just come through, a briefcase in one hand and that familiar cocky smile spread across his face, as if he had been invited and had every right to be here.A chill ran through me. Nothing good ever came from Marcus's presence. He was a walking disaster. But I wouldn’t let him spoil this night not the one Dante had planned with such care.When Marcus reached our table, we both sat there, frozen in disbelief. He set his briefcase down, letting it fall with a thud. He placed both palms flat on the white tablecloth, leaning forward and invading our space with an audacity only the most insufferable people possess.Dante's grip tightened around my hand.Marcus's grin widened. "Hello, brother. Hello, ex-fiancée." His gaze locked onto mine. "Hope I'm not interrupting anything important."The word "important" lingered in the air like a threat.My heart raced against my ribs. Dante's confession would have to wait until we finished with this
CINNAMONI had never felt this level of happiness before. My body felt cherished, and my heart felt secure. This man had erased every trace of heartbreak that Marcus had left behind, replacing it with something I had never known—true love.We hadn't started off on the best note. The fake engagement, the lies, the walls we both built. Yet somehow, we managed to find our way to this moment together, creating something beautiful and daunting that was worth fighting for.Every day with Dante, I witnessed our growth not just as individuals but as genuine partners. I had already begun envisioning a future with him—a house and kids. The picture I kept painting was stunning.Yesterday, he asked me to clear my schedule for today February fourteenth, Valentine's Day. And as always, he wouldn’t reveal his plans; he simply mentioned that his driver would pick me up at eight PM.I had made preparations too. I set up a backup plan in my apartment—dinner, wine, candles ready to be lit if his grand g
DANTEI changed in the bathroom, glancing at my reflection in the mirror. The pants looked even more ridiculous up close, and the peach and strawberry pattern was worse than I had anticipated. But they were soft and carried her scent.When I stepped out, she erupted in laughter."Don't," I said, pointing at her. "Not a word.""I wasn't going to say anything," she replied, still giggling."You're thinking it.""I'm just thinking you look adorable.""Men don’t look adorable.""You do right now." She came closer with a green scrunchie that matched the pants. "Now hold still.""What are you—no. Absolutely not.""It’s to protect your hair while you sleep." She was already gathering my hair. "Trust me.""I'm drawing a line—"But she had already tied it into a small ponytail on top of my head.Looking in the mirror again, I realized "ridiculous" didn’t even begin to cover it."I hate this," I said."You love it." She kissed my cheek. "Now come on; Great British Baking Show is waiting."We se
DANTEJapan felt like a dream. The reality was that I had been back home for days, overwhelmed with work, barely sleeping, and missing everyone, especially her.I had immersed myself in catching up on everything that piled up while we were away: contracts, meetings, crisis management. Hours slipped by without me noticing until my eyes burned and my neck ached.I didn’t have time to spend with Cinnamon. We texted as much as possible throughout the day since we hardly saw each other. She would always send me pictures of cute things and countless reels that I barely had time to watch, and I replied with one-word responses between conference calls.It was frustrating.To make it up to her, I started planning something special for Valentine’s Day, just five days away, something significant enough to ease the guilt of being absent right after our return.Despite my hectic schedule, I made sure to call her late at night and stayed on the phone until she drifted off to sleep, her breathing ca






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