After He Chose My Adopted Sister, I Bought A Wilder Beast
Kevin, the elite bodyguard I'd spent ten years training, chose my adopted sister, Eva, over me when it came down to life and death.
So I went straight to an underground fight club and picked out the craziest, most ruthless bastard I could find.
A month later, Kevin got word and came rushing back, dragging his battered body past the guards at my door, fighting within an inch of his life.
He knelt on the floor, eyes bloodshot, clutching the hem of my dress.
"Principessa, what does that scarred stray have that I don't?"