The Mafia Lord's Substitute Wife
His eyes lifted, stormy and intent.
“So beautiful,” he murmured, voice like sin.
He tied one of my wrists to the headboard, but when he reached for the other, his expression darkened. His thumb brushed over the swollen, reddened skin.
“What happened to you?” His tone was sharp, dangerous.
“I… I fell on my wrist,” I stammered.
“Don’t lie to me, Selina.”
I broke. “My ex. He pushed me. I landed on it.”
Silence. He untied my other wrist. My stomach dropped. My heart clenched with shame. Of course. He didn’t want me. I was damaged goods. The tears came hot and fast, and I didn’t bother to stop them.
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