로그인She returned to bury her father. Instead, she was forced to marry his enemy’s son. - Rosalind Marlow returns to New York to settle her father’s affairs, once one of the city’s most feared mafia bosses, only to find he died beside his greatest rival… and left behind a contract binding her to the rival’s son. Viktor Marino is cold, calculating, and infuriatingly magnetic. Rosa has no intention of becoming anyone’s pawn, not in grief, not in business, and definitely not in bed. But Viktor plays a long game, and with every stare, every challenge, he pulls her deeper into a world of secrets, power, and heat. She was raised to be untouchable. He was born to conquer. And in the space between vengeance and desire, who is going to lose control first? (Contains mature and dark content) ***** EXCERPT ‘Why would you want to leave this behind?’ he growled in my ear, his chest rumbling against my back. Because I can’t trust you. Because I don’t know what I want. ‘Because it’s cruel,’ I whispered. And then he pulled away, leaving me trembling, desperate, and furious.” ❦
더 보기*SIX YEARS LATER* ❄︎ Viktor ❄︎ The wind carried the faint scent of roses and overturned earth. Marcella sat between my arms, small and warm. My daughter. My gift. My blessing. My future. She stretched her hand and placed a single rose at the base of the gravestone. The petals brushed the marble like a whisper. My chest tightened. I took a slow breath, steadying myself. “What was her favorite color?” she asked, tilting her head back to look at me, her gray eyes—my gray eyes, bright with curiosity. “And did she like playing the piano?” “I heard she almost always wore red,” I told her softly. “And yes… she loved the piano. The one at home was hers.” Marcella nodded, satisfied for a moment, then she turned her gaze back to the stone. Her curls brushed against my arm as she leaned closer. “She was kind,” I continued quietly, more to myself than to her. “And beautiful. You didn’t get enough time with her… neither did I. But she’ll always be here with us. Watching, and
❄︎ Viktor ❄︎No!My knees skimmed the ground hard as I caught her before her head could hit the deck. Her body jerked, her lips moving around a sound that didn’t make it out. My heart slammed wildly. “Rosa, baby… look at me,” I rasped, stroking her face.Dahlia, the bitch I knew I should’ve ended that day she appeared in Rosa's home looking for Orlov, writhed on the floor. Her knee bled out, dark red in the spot where my bullet had torn bone apart.I should’ve trusted my gut.My men thundered up the deck with their guns out, faces tight. The servers standing around were frozen and wide-eyed. Confusion everywhere.“Round them up!” I snapped sharply. “Every fucking server, cook, and cleaner. I want them locked below deck.”Whoever had been complicit in letting that bitch get anywhere near my wife would pay. “Yes, boss.” They echoed, acting immediately. “Turn the boat around. Now! We’re heading to the mainland.”They moved instantly, but it still wasn’t fast enough.I looked down at
❦ Rosalind ❦Day three on my yacht. I brushed a final streak of lipgloss over my lips and leaned closer to the mirror. It was ridiculous, really, the amount of peace sitting in my chest. It almost felt suspicious.I’d spent so long wrapped in chaos that stillness made me twitchy. Like quiet could only mean something was waiting to go wrong. But it wouldn’t.And I didn’t want to live that way anymore anyway.Nothing screamed peace more than knowing you were loved and protected by the most dangerous, impossibly beautiful man in New York.Speaking of.I took one last look at my reflection, puckering at the faint shimmer on my lips. My hair was pinned up loosely on the sides, dark waves tumbling past my shoulders. My ombré mesh dress hugged me like a second skin, pink melting into white. I looked sweet and light. Almost unreal.I gave my hair a final fluff and turned toward the door, my heels clicking against the glossy floors as I climbed to the deck.The view hit me first, it always
❦ Rosalind ❦Days later, after being fussed over by practically everyone, Viktor finally decided I was ready for the main surprise he’d been teasing me about.I sat in the back of his Lambo truck, blindfolded, my hands folded neatly on my lap. The air inside the car was thick with the familiar blend of my lavender perfume and his darker, woodsy cologne. It wrapped around me, dizzying and comforting.The hum of the engine lulled me for a bit, but the not knowing was driving me insane. I shifted, fidgeted, bit my lip.“Are we there yet?” I asked, unable to hide the giddiness creeping into my voice.Viktor chuckled, a warm rumble that seemed to vibrate through the seat. “Almost. Patience, Tesoro.”Soon, I felt the car slow down beneath me, the soft crunch of gravel under the tires. Then a light breeze slipped in through the opened door, cool against my skin. Viktor’s hand found mine, and he guided me out carefully.The air outside smelled wet and heavy like rain. It whipped my hair in
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