Lahat ng Kabanata ng Only His to Touch: Kabanata 1 - Kabanata 10

“Sign the papers, Sarah, or my men will drag you down the aisle by your hair.”I stared at my father, Richard, standing in the doorway of my bedroom. Two armed guards flanked him, their hands resting casually on their holsters.“And if I refuse?” I asked, keeping my voice perfectly even, even though my heart was slamming against my ribs.“Then Enzo Vitale will burn this estate to the ground with us inside it,” Richard snapped. “He collects what he’s owed. Tomorrow at noon, you become Mrs. Vitale.”The name sent a cold spike of terror down my spine. Enzo Vitale. The phantom of the underworld. A billionaire who owned half the city’s politicians and buried the other half. Nobody knew what he looked like. They only knew that if he wanted you, you were already dead.“You’re selling me to a monster,” I whispered.“I’m saving this family,” he said, tossing a thick manila envelope onto my bed. “Don't do anything stupid. The house is locked down.”He stepped back and slammed the door. The heav

“Hello, wife.”The word hit the silent cathedral like a gunshot.Sarah’s face went completely pale. Her defiant eyes widened, darting from my face to the terrified crowd, then back to me.“You,” she breathed.“Me,” I said.Richard Vance stumbled forward, his face slick with sweat. “Godfather, please. This is a misunderstanding. Sarah is confused. She didn't know what she was doing.”“She knew exactly what she was doing when she shoved the contract in my face,” I said, my voice flat. I didn't look at him. My eyes were locked on the woman trying to pull her wrist out of my grip.“You tricked me,” she hissed. “You knew who I was the whole time.”“I did.”“You’re a monster.”“Watch your mouth, Sarah,” Richard snapped, his voice shaking with panic.I finally turned my glare to Richard. The man who started this entire mess.“The debt is paid,” I said, my voice low enough that only the three of us could hear. “She’s mine now. If I see your face near my estate, I’ll put a bullet between your

"You're lying to me."The words scraped against my throat, tasting like ash. I kept my eyes fixed on Sarah, watching the way her chest heaved, the way her fingers dug into the fabric of her dress. She was terrified, but she was hiding it well."Enzo, I swear to God, I didn't do this," she said, her voice shaking.I let go of her.It was a mistake. The moment my skin left hers, the agonizing pressure in my skull snapped back into place. It wasn't a slow ache this time; it was a violent, blinding spike. I staggered, catching myself on the edge of the mahogany desk. My vision tunneled. The edges of the room went completely black."Enzo!" Sarah lunged forward."Stay back," I growled, squeezing my eyes shut.I could hear her footsteps faltering. I could practically feel her hesitation. I was the monster who had just threatened to kill her, but she was still standing there, watching me break down.The throbbing behind my eyes was a white-hot iron. The medication was completely gone from my

“If you bleed out on this floor, I swear to God I’ll resurrect you just to kill you myself.”Enzo’s head lolled against my shoulder. His blood was hot and slick, soaking through my dress and pooling on the cold concrete of the elevator floor. The steel doors were sealed shut. Victoria’s laughter had cut off, but the red light on the comms panel told me she was watching us.“Enzo, look at me,” I demanded, gripping his face with my free hand. My other hand was clamped over the shotgun wound on his ribs, keeping our skin connected.His eyes fluttered open, glassy and unfocused. “Sarah…”“I need to get you out of this elevator,” I said, my mind racing. “Where’s the manual release?”“Panel… right side,” he rasped.I didn't want to break our physical contact, but I had no choice. I leaned him back against the wall, keeping one hand firmly pressed against his bare chest while I reached blindly for the side panel with my other. My fingers found a hidden latch. I popped it open, grabbed the he

The cold barrel of the gun pressed hard against my skull, right at the base of my neck. The metal was freezing, but it was nothing compared to the ice that flooded my veins.My hands were still pressed against the bulletproof glass, my tears leaving streaks on the tinted window. I had just watched Enzo collapse to his knees on the gravel. I had just watched him bleed out. And now, I was trapped in a moving car with the man who wanted us both dead.“Don’t scream,” Dante whispered from the backseat, his voice a sickening caress in the dark. “Or I’ll paint this pretty glass with your brains.”My heart hammered so violently I thought it might break my ribs. I slowly lowered my hands, forcing myself to take a shallow, steady breath. I turned my head just enough to see him in the rearview mirror. His dark eyes were feral, a chilling smile twisting his lips.“Where are we going?” I asked. I was shocked by how steady my voice sounded.“To finish what we started,” Dante said, pressing the gun