The Devil Who Bought Me
It was Lucian.
“Natalie,” he said, his voice a smooth, silken caress. “You look… breathtaking.” His eyes, so like Lorenzo’s yet softer, held a warmth that was almost disarming. “Are you nervous?” “A little,” she admitted, her gaze flicking towards Lorenzo, who was now engaged in conversation with a stern-looking man in a tailored suit. Lucian leaned in, his voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. “Don’t be. You’re going to be brilliant. And Lorenzo… he won’t let anyone touch you. Even if he does. Not with me around. no one would breath even as much as an insult towards you. This is the de Luca grounds ” He offered a reassuring smile, but there was an undertone, a subtle possessiveness th
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