LOGINISABELLA HART doesn’t believe in love. She watched it destroy her father and take her mother, and she learned early that the safest heart is the one you guard. DANTE MORETTI trusts control above all else. A billionaire who built his empire on discipline and silence, he knows betrayal can’t be ignored....and love is the riskiest gamble of all. Their arranged marriage was meant to be safe, and utterly controlled. But living under the same roof blurs the line between duty and desire. Arguments flare, touches linger, and the walls they built around themselves start to crumble. Then the past returns, bringing secrets, lies, and a betrayal that threatens everything they’ve ever trusted. Now Isabella must decide if guarding her heart is worth losing him...and Dante must learn that control cannot fix what fear has broken. In a world ruled by power and deception, desire may be the only truth strong enough to survive.
View MoreLUCYI matched back into the room to replug my phone, then went into the Living room to find Aurelio awake, stretching languidly. God-damned it, this man is fucking hot. I noticed he'd showered and changed into flesh clothes while I was asleep. The white shirt and black jeans he wore gave him that simple vibe, and still made him look more stunning. He sure knows how to wear his clothes because he looks fantastic in both casual and office wear."Thanks for arranging my desk.""It's no big deal. Why did you move me to the bed? I was fine where I was.""You didn't look comfortable to me. Plus you looked pretty tired." He hushed out almost immediately. "Well thank you for your concern but I don't appreciate you carrying me to the bed. We had an agreement that I would sleep on the sofa and you on the bed.""I don't remember making such a deal with you. Listen, Lucie, I don't want to argue about this. It would be wise if we both sleep on a comfortable bed. All we have to do is pick a side
Isabella The Pamplemousses Botanical Garden is sprawling and green, making the villa’s manicured perfection look like a toy. Giant lily pads float on dark ponds while tangled canopies break the sunlight into scattered gold. Dante walks beside me, hands in pockets, sunglasses hiding his eyes. He hasn't stopped critiquing the trip since we stepped out of the car. "The humidity is going to ruin that linen," he says, eyeing my dress. "And these paths are poorly maintained. A waste of an afternoon." "They have giant tortoises here," I say, trying to ignore him. "Over a hundred years old." "Captive reptiles. Fascinating," he draws out the word with heavy sarcasm. I stop in my tracks. "You don't have to stay if you're so miserable." "I'm not miserable. I’m being realistic. This is a tourist trap, Isabella. You’re letting the 'experience' blind you to the lack of utility." "Utility?" I laugh, the sound sharp and bitter. "Of course. How could I forget? Everything with you is a transacti
Dante The heat of Mauritius is heavy, but the silence between us is heavier. Isabella stands on the terrace, one hand gripping the railing as she stares at the horizon. The wind catches her dress, whipping the fabric around her legs, but she doesn’t flinch. She doesn't even turn when she hears my boots on the stone. "You should rest," I say, my voice sounding more like a command than a suggestion. "The flight was long." She finally glances at me, her eyes as cold as the cabin air we left behind. "I slept on the plane." "You didn't." Her mouth curves, a small, sharp edge of a smile. "You were watching me?" "I was working," I snap, the lie tasting like ash. "You were simply in my line of sight." She turns back to the water, dismissive. "Then you should know I was awake for most of it." I do know. I noticed the exact second her breathing changed. I felt it when her fingers tightened on the armrest during the turbulence. I watched when she finally gave up on the stars and
Isabella Twenty-five minutes is not long enough to talk yourself back into composure, but it's what I have. I change out of the gown in the suite they've given us, pulling on a simple dress that doesn't press against my ribs and doesn't smell like the reception hall. My hands are steadier by the time I'm done. The courtyard air is cool when I step outside. Lanterns glow amber along the stone walls, and under different circumstances it might be beautiful. Papa stands with Aurelia near the steps, and when he sees me his face does the thing it always does...forgets to hide how much he loves me. I walk straight into him. His arms come around me and I press my face to his shoulder, and the tears I've been managing all day finally slip past. He doesn't tell me not to cry. He just holds me, one hand moving slow and steady across my back the way it did when I was small and had nightmares. "Shh, Princess," he says, though I feel his chest shake when he says it. "You'll be fine." Behind m












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