LOGINIt was Hana Verlice’s engagement party — but the only thing she could think about was that night six months ago. The night Dante Carter pinned her against the backseat window of his car,cheeks pressed to the glass, her dress lifted to her waists, with his mouth buried between her legs. Now, she was hours away from marrying his older brother. Elijah Osborne Carter — the perfect man, heir to Osborne Pharmaceuticals, and her father’s last hope of saving their crumbling empire. But as she slipped into her designer dress, her mind couldn't stop thinking about the one man she could never have. Dante. The mistake she was supposed to forget. The temptation she swore never to touch again. The younger brother who disappeared after that night and was never supposed to come back. But as she stepped out of her dressing room to join her soon-to-be husband at the party, there he was. Leaning at the foot of the stairs like raw sin. Messy hair. Dark eyes. That cocky mouth that once had her moaning his name in ecstacy. Her pulse quickened as her knees threatened to give out. She tried to breathe. To stay still. But one look at him… and she knew she was in trouble. “What the hell are you doing here?” she whispered, her voice barely holding. He smirked, slow and knowing as his gaze dropped shamelessly to her lips. “Did you miss me, cookie?”
View More“Dante…” she called, her voice muffled by his palm.“Shh… someone will hear you,” he breathed just below her ear, his voice barely above a whisper, just as a group of women walked into the restroom, chatting loudly among themselves.Hana held her breath, every muscle in her body tensed as her heart pounded in her chest. Neither of them moved. They stayed frozen in place until the voices faded and the door clicked shut behind the last woman. Only then did Dante lower his hand from her mouth.She stared at him, wide-eyed and unblinking. Her heart was racing, her mind spinning.What was he doing?Dante turned slowly, locking the cubicle door behind them, and then shifted his gaze back to her. That same infuriating smile played on his lips. They were standing too close—closer than they should be—and she could feel his breath against her skin. Her heart wouldn’t stop hammering.“What are you doing, Dante? You can’t—”Her words died in her throat as his hand rose, brushing a few loose stran
Hana’s arm held Elijah’s hand as they walked around, greeting every one of the guests.Her chin hurt from smiling too much.Elijah introduced her to all of them — his business partners, A-list celebrities, his friends, and his parents’ acquaintances.Some had been warm. Others looked at her like she was something that didn’t quite belong on Elijah’s arm.“This is Mr. and Mrs. Lloyds, the owners of Lloyds Pharma,” Elijah said, gesturing to the couple. “And this is my fiancée, Hana Verlice.”“Oh, she’s as pretty as the news says,” the elderly woman said with a bright smile. She had to be close to eighty. “You did well, Elijah. Now I don’t feel so bad you didn’t end up with my granddaughter. But do let me know if it doesn’t work out — the offer still stands.”She laughed at her own words, and her husband gave her a light nudge, silently telling her to stop.The smile on Hana’s lips faltered. Her fingers pressed harder around Elijah’s arm.He laughed it off, polite, like he always was. He
Hana’s body froze as she reached the large stairway of the grand Carter mansion.She had wished for many things in life, but meeting the man she was madly in love with just moments before getting engaged to his brother—was never on the list.The scene before her moved in slow motion.He was standing at the foot of the stairs, hands in his pockets. The same man she had seen a thousand times in her dreams, now real and breathing before her.Messy hair. Dark eyes, and those lips that set fire to every inch of her skin.He looked up, and their eyes met. It was as though the world stopped spinning. Her heart raced in her chest, louder than the music, louder than the distant voices from the party.Then his voice echoed through the hallway.“Did you miss me?”Casual. Effortless. Like it meant nothing. Like they meant nothing. A smirk tugged at his lips. It took Hana a few seconds to find her balance again.Did she miss him? Really?Tears stung her eyes, her nails digging hard into her palms.
Dante Carter pulled into the Carter estate and killed the engine.He didn’t know how long he sat there, his fingers tapping the steering wheel, music playing softly from the speakers.He glanced at the time.7:03 p.m.Too early to be late.Too late to turn around.He should’ve gone to her place. That was the plan. For two days, it was all he thought about—ring the bell, see her face, maybe say something halfway decent like, “Hey… did you miss me?”Instead, he was here.At his brother’s engagement party.In a house he was damn sure no one wanted him in.“Real smart, Dante,” he muttered.He checked the mirror. Adjusted his collar. Not bad. Clean for someone who had only been in a jumpsuit for six months.He practiced a smile.Flat. Crooked.Okay, try again.On second thought, he scrapped the idea.It’s not like he was here to impress anyone.Dante stepped out of the car, straightened his jacket, and walked toward the front door. Technically, he belonged here. His name was still on the f
Three years ago, Dante Carter had her pinned against the backseat window of his Bentley, her fingers tangled in his curls, his mouth between her thighs.Tonight, she was marrying his brother.Hana Verlice stared at her reflection as she stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling mirror in her suite at the Carters’ mansion, the dress hugging every curve like it had been painted on. But it wasn’t the tightness of the fabric making it hard to breathe.“I don’t like this. Try the next,” her mother, Narla, said from behind her, frowning at her exposed chest.Hana brushed a curl behind her ear. “I don’t think so. I think it fits perfectly.”“It’s too loud,” her mother muttered.“Maybe I want to be loud.”She didn’t need to look to know the expression on her mother’s face—tight-lipped disappointment, polished into something that passed for elegance. Any other day, Hana might’ve caved. Slipped into something safer. Quieter.But not today.Today, she was marrying Elijah Carter. And if she had any
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