Se connecterHe was never supposed to want her. She was never supposed to survive him. But some fates are written in stone. And their love? It might burn the world down. ***** DANTE SALVATORE is a devil blessed with the face of an angel and cursed with a past he refuses to confess. Raised in the shadows of Europe's deadliest families, he carved an empire from blood and betrayal. He doesn't believe in God. He doesn't believe in love. Only power and control. But when he's given a gift by an old enemy, a trembling girl in holy white ,he doesn't expect her eyes to shake something loose in him. Something dangerous that could unravel everything he's built. …. CELESTE MOREAU is a fallen saint. A girl with too much guilt in her bones and too many prayers left unanswered. Haunted by the night her mother died while she was sneaking out to meet a boy, she's spent six years behind church walls, trying to repent. Trying to disappear. She knew what the other sisters did in the shadows. She just prayed she'd never be chosen. But when her only friend begs her to take her place for a mysterious client, Celeste finds herself sold to the most dangerous man in Europe. He is sin incarnate. And when he touches her, she doesn't feel fear. She feels alive.
Voir plusDante’s POVCeleste watched me as though my refusal to answer had confirmed every suspicion in her head. It had not, but correcting her would only encourage more questions. Curiosity made people predictable, and I preferred her searching for a dead woman over discovering truths that could become useful. She eventually turned away, carrying the black notebook to her bed as though putting five metres between us could erase my presence.My encrypted tablet rested beside the medication the nurses kept insisting I take. I hated weakness, I hated that I looked the part. I hated being in a hospital bed not being able to do shit properly without feeling pain. Pain is a weakness that I could and would never afford. The tablets can rot on the table and called Luca instead. He answered before the first ring finished, his face appearing beneath the harsh light of whatever room he had turned into a temporary command centre. There was dried blood near his collar, but he appeared otherwise unto
I had the upper hand because I knew something he had only just discovered.Nothing soothed the heart more than knowing that all the control this egotistical, annoying, handsome man thought he had was an illusion. I hated that handsome had forced its way into the description, but nearly dying had done nothing to make Dante Salvatore less attractive. If anything, the disordered hair and pale skin made him look more human, which was irritating because I preferred him looking like the devil he was.His fingers tightened around my wrist. “Say it again.”“I have cancer.” I watched his face carefully, enjoying the stillness that came over it. “Would you like me to say it slower?”Dante pulled me closer before I could step away. He used only his right hand, keeping his bandaged left arm pressed against his body. When I tried to free myself, his fingers moved from my wrist into my hair, closing around the strands at the back of my head. The grip hurt, but not enough to frighten me. I leaned
If I ignored him hard enough, would he disappear from my line of sight? Poof gone. As if he was never there. I turned away and started walking toward my room, refusing to look back at the wheelchair. The quiet roll of its tyres followed me, accompanied by the hurried footsteps of at least two nurses. One of them kept telling him he needed to return to his room before he tore his stitches, but Dante either did not hear her or had decided her whole presence was unimportant. I managed five steps before he called my name. “Celeste.” I stopped. Dammit. My body still responded to commands before my mind could challenge them. Anger followed my sudden realization, hot enough to make me turn around to give him a cold glare. Dante had come closer, although a male nurse now gripped the handles of his wheelchair to prevent him from moving farther. An intravenous line disappeared beneath the sleeve of his hospital shirt, and fresh bandages covered his shoulder. His face was pale
Dr. Novak stopped beside the bed, his attention sharpening as he looked at me. Luca remained near the window, one hand inside his jacket, watching without interrupting. “Who is she?” Novak asked. “Celeste,” I answered, glancing at the treatment papers in Dr. Kovač’s hand. “She heard cancer and decided death was easier. Schedule the treatment before she finds another way to refuse.”Novak moved closer and lowered himself into the chair beside the bed. “If she is Celeste, who am I speaking to now?” His voice was calm, but his fingers tightened around the tablet in his hand. “How long have you been aware of her? Do you remember what happened before the crash?” I studied him without answering. The questions were coming too quickly, each one searching for a name I had no intention of giving him.“Enough.” Dr. Kovač took the tablet from Novak’s hands and pointed toward the door. “She has survived a shooting, surgery, heavy medication and a car crash. We confirmed her cancer less than an
The scream died in my throat, choked off by the metallic tang of blood that sprayed across the floor. Mr. Armani's body slumped like a discarded rag, his eyes still wide with that drunken surprise, a hole where his forehead used to be.I pressed myself against the wall until the stone bit into my
I stared out the window of the limousine, looking at familiar streets I passed to help the children of the southern part of town. I had always walked enjoying the sun against my face, the cool breeze against my palm.Now I was looking through the window exposed. Naked.My lips felt the pressure of
"This clothes…" I whispered to myself, my eyes running down the revealing white lace. "Stop staring and put it on," Sister Beatrice snapped from the doorway. Her arms were crossed, her face twisted in disgust. "You're already late." I flinched, my fingers trembling as I touched the delicate fabri
My feet moved before I could decide. One step. Then another. Following him toward that door at the back of the club like I had any choice left in this world.The door led to a private room. Smaller than the club outside but somehow more suffocating. Red velvet couches lined the walls. Low lighting
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