Reading The Will

Ava's POV “I’ll miss you,” I whispered, the words barely a breath, as the last shovelful of soil cascaded onto their caskets. My parents, gone. Just like that.The cool earth against my knees was a brutal comfort and a physical anchor in the swirling tempest of my grief. The world blurred through a veil of unshed tears but I forced myself to scan the small gathering. No sign of Carlos. No sign of his simpering wife, Elena. It wasn’t a surprise, not really. They hadn’t bothered with the hospital, hadn’t bothered with the funeral arrangements, why start now?The other mourners, mostly my father’s business associates and college friends, seemed oblivious to their absence. They pressed in, offering platitudes, their voices a muffled drone. “Such a tragedy, Ava.” “Your parents would be so proud of you, dear.” Proud? Of what? Of standing here, a hollow shell, trying to hide the gaping wound in my soul from prying eyes? I plastered on a weak, polite smile, nodding, murmuring thanks, all th

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His Daughter

Ava's POV The muffled hum of the engine was the only sound in the suffocating silence of the car. My arms were still tingling from where the man had pressed the gun into my head. He was in the driver's seat, his back a rigid, imposing line. I’d been whisked away from my home, from Elena’s chilling threats, to… wherever this was. The fear that had gripped me back in the living room hadn't subsided; it had only morphed into a cold, unsettling dread.The car slowed, then pulled to a silent stop. I looked up, my breath catching. Before me stood a mansion, a sprawling edifice of dark stone and shadowed windows. It looked less like a home and more like a fortress. The driver got out, and I watched as he walked around to my side, opening the door. He was tall, intimidating, with a rough-hewn face that looked as though it had seen too many battles. A jagged scar snaked across his cheek, oddly alluring rather than disfiguring. He held the door open, his gaze unreadable. Reluctantly, I stepp

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A Condition

Ava's POV My eyes were glued to them, a knot of disbelief tightening in my stomach. Lorenzo, the cold and ruthless man who had just revealed I was his property, was holding a little girl with such tenderness. His fingers gently traced her back as she snuggled into his chest, her small arms wrapped around his neck. The scene was so jarringly domestic, so utterly at odds with the dangerous persona he projected.The little girl finally lifted her head, her bright and innocent eyes meeting mine. “Daddy, who is that?” she asked, her voice a sweet and childish lilt.Lorenzo’s gaze flickered to me, a momentary hesitation before he replied, his voice flat, “She’s just a friend, Anna.”A friend. The word echoed in my mind like a bitter irony. He owned me, according to him yet to his daughter, I was merely a “friend.” The shock of his casual dismissal after the weighty pronouncements of ownership, left me speechless.Anna, undeterred, offered a small wave. “Hi! What’s your name?”“Ava,” I mana

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The Truth

Lorenzo's POV "So, what you think? We could make millions, if not billions. The acrid smell of stale whiskey and desperation clung to the air in the dimly lit bar. Around the table, the men—a collection of cunning eyes and false smiles—prattled on about cocaine shipments, about routes and percentages, their words were a monotonous drone against the backdrop of my thoughts. My mind, however, wasn't on their illicit trade. It was on Ava.Her eyes were filled with fear and with shock, during our first encounter. A part of me, the twisted, darker part, reveled in her misery. She’s just a tool, I tried to convince myself she was a means to an end. Yet, despite my efforts, my thoughts kept straying to irrelevant things. The softness of her lips. How fragile she looked. The absurd, burning need to seal her smart mouth with mine, to taste the defiance I saw in her eyes. It was a twisted obsession. I wasn't falling for her. Never. Love was a weakness I couldn't afford, not when my hatred for

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All Chapters of Sold To The Wrong Mr. Right: Chapter 1 - Chapter 4

Reading The Will

His Daughter

A Condition

The Truth