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She was always supposed to be mine. Her ‘love’ for another man never once changed that fate.
I have her on my arm, and she's the closest thing to a vision I've ever needed. My angel. The one who haunts every hour I'm awake, and most of the ones I'm not.
She's mine. Completely. Irrevocably. Whether she's decided to accept that yet or not.
A tear slides down her cheek as she watches the ceremony, and even her tears manage to be beautiful. I take no satisfaction in them—it just seems to be the only thing I trigger in her these days.
"The tears you shed for another man break me, my love."
Amara doesn't look at me. Her eyes are fixed on the bride—the woman I bought to marry the man she was supposed to end up with.
"I'd burn the world down for you," I tell her. "I've done unforgivable things just to keep you mine, and I'd do them again. What does he have that I don't?"
She laughs, bitter, twisting the ring I forced back onto her finger this morning. "Freedom. A life that isn't soaked in blood."
"I can't give you that," I admit. "But you'll learn to love me enough that it stops mattering. No one will ever love you the way I do."
She nods, distracted. And something in that nod unsettles me. The defiance she's thrown in my face for three years is nowhere in it.
Have I finally broken her?
Book One of the Bittersweet Duet. A dark mafia romance that ends on a cliffhanger.
I have her on my arm, and she's the closest thing to a vision I've ever needed. My angel. The one who haunts every hour I'm awake, and most of the ones I'm not.
She's mine. Completely. Irrevocably. Whether she's decided to accept that yet or not.
A tear slides down her cheek as she watches the ceremony, and even her tears manage to be beautiful. I take no satisfaction in them—it just seems to be the only thing I trigger in her these days.
"The tears you shed for another man break me, my love."
Amara doesn't look at me. Her eyes are fixed on the bride—the woman I bought to marry the man she was supposed to end up with.
"I'd burn the world down for you," I tell her. "I've done unforgivable things just to keep you mine, and I'd do them again. What does he have that I don't?"
She laughs, bitter, twisting the ring I forced back onto her finger this morning. "Freedom. A life that isn't soaked in blood."
"I can't give you that," I admit. "But you'll learn to love me enough that it stops mattering. No one will ever love you the way I do."
She nods, distracted. And something in that nod unsettles me. The defiance she's thrown in my face for three years is nowhere in it.
Have I finally broken her?
Book One of the Bittersweet Duet. A dark mafia romance that ends on a cliffhanger.
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