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TRAPPED WITH THE PLAYBOY
"I hate you," I spat, fists clenched so tightly my nails dug into my palms. Zane Carter just smirked - that same reckless, devastating smirk that had haunted my dreams and fueled my nightmares. He stepped closer, so close I could feel the heat radiating off his body, the scent of his expensive cologne and pure danger curling around me like smoke. "Keep telling yourself that, princess," he murmured, voice rough and mocking. "But your body knows better." My heart pounded against my ribs, anger and something far more dangerous swirling inside me. How had it come to this? How had I - Arianna Monroe - ended up shackled to the one man I was born to despise? If someone had told me months ago that I'd end up married to Zane Carter - the arrogant, reckless playboy, the heartbreaker with a smile that could destroy nations - I would have laughed in their face. And yet here I was. Trapped. Tangled. Burning. And it was only the beginning.