Divorced, Desired, Dangerous
But Darien was placing his most sacred possession around my neck, giving me a weapon to fight back.
I reached up to my own neck, my fingers fumbling with the delicate gold chain I had worn since the day I walked out on my marriage. It was a small, antique silver key—the original key to my bookstore, the one piece of my quiet life I had fought to keep.
I unhooked it, my hands trembling as I stepped back into his personal space, forcing him to look down at me.
“If I become your wife today, Darien… my old life is completely gone,” I whispered, my voice shaking with a mix of fear and an electric, undeniable heat. I pressed the small silver key into his large, calloused palm, right over his fresh
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