Novel & Cerita Wrath Of The Righteous Romance

There he was, in a bloodstained tuxedo, standing on stage, making vows. What had Isabella felt, watching that? He couldn't bear the thought. He grabbed Sophia by the hair again and dragged her toward the door. "You really thought this wedding meant something? That you could compete with Isabella? You're nothing." He tossed her to his men. "Take her. Let the guys have their fun. Then feed her to the dogs. Leave no trace." Shock plastered across her face, Sophia couldn't believe it. The man who once adored her… had turned this cold, this ruthless.

She didn't see revenge or blood or warfare. She saw Hope learning to ride a bike. Marcus taking his first steps. More children maybe. Growing old with Damien. Grandchildren someday. She saw a life built on love instead of hate. On peace instead of violence. On choice instead of destiny. The ruthless vow that started everything was gone. Burned. Destroyed. In its place was something better. Something real. A vow made in love. Kept in peace. Lived in freedom. They walked back to their car as the stars came out. Drove home to their children. To their life. To their future.

It was obvious that she was the best woman in this world. There was blood on his face, and one of his eyes was swollen. Initially, he was supposed to look disheveled. Yet, he didn't seem righteous. Thus, his wounds only made him seem more devilishly attractive.

Grim smiled when he saw her and she took another step backwards. “Grim!” Wrath’s voice was loud and angry. “What the fuck did you do?” “What the fuck do you think I was doing?” His own voice held anger and his gaze flitted to hers. “Did you fuck her?” Honor’s cheeks heated as Grim glared at Wrath. “That’s none of your business, Wrath,” he said. Wrath took two steps toward Grim and his fist connected with his jaw. Grim staggered backwards and Wrath turned to look at her. “Go home. Now.”

Raw, wide, burning. I couldn’t breathe. Couldn’t think. Couldn’t be. They moved. No gentleness. Only force. In. Out. In. Out. Hell’s rhythm. “You’ll be nothing after this,” Lust said, breathless. “Nothing but our toy,” Wrath agreed, guttural. And I loved it. In the madness, I moved back—meeting them, chasing more. Begging without words. My hole stretched like it belonged. My cock was hard again. Close.

Fiercely she returned the anger of Roth's furious kiss. He was already prising apart her closed lips with his tongue, demanding entry to the intimacy of her mouth, not with the tender touch of a lover but with the forceful pressure of a warrior, a victor. Wildly Elena tried to evade him, but he was holding onto her too strongly and all her attempts to break free did was to bring her body into even closer contact with his. She still fought to break free, pummelling his chest with her fists and then, when that did no good and there was no longer any space between their bodies for her to do so, angrily raking her nails down his back. Somewhere, deep down, in the murkiest of murky waters of her

She accelerated her pace, marching right into the chaos, and grabbed Vittoria’s wrist just as the woman reached for another corporate document. “Stop it, Auntie,” Rosa commanded, her voice cutting through the noise. Vittoria’s gaze turned instantly poisonous when she realized who had stopped her. “You bitch! You dare lay a hand on me?” Vittoria tried to violently yank her wrist back, but Rosa’s grip remained unyielding. For a tense second, they stared each other down—Vittoria glaring with pure hatred, and Rosa narrowing her eyes in cold defiance. Then, Rosa released her with a harsh, deliberate shove.

Angel Caierre folded his glowing arms over his tiny chest. “Cute?” Spiky-Horn Caierre barked out a laugh that sounded like metal scraping stone. “Nothing about this is cute. This is a disaster, a cosmic tragedy. A romance doomed from the start and he is way too dumb to realize it.” “I am not dumb!” Caierre snapped. “Sweetheart, you literally asked if ‘I can’t deny you’ was a confession. That’s like the most romantic line ever. Even babies understand that.” Angel Caierre pointed a tiny glowing finger at him.

She begins kicking and seething, and Andrei has no choice but to drag her toward the door and literally throw her out because she still refuses to leave. When the door finally slams shut, I know I shouldn’t be so happy about the scene that just unfolded in front of me—but I am, and I don’t care. Roman finally claimed me as his mate to the queen of putrid bitches! I startle when I feel what must be my wolf, and a small squeal escapes me. Andrei is walking back toward us, and he's finally smiling. Both men look at me at once with eyes full of happiness, and Roman explains,

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