Reborn, I Wed the Untamed Playboy

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s. It was a modern, rebellious fortress suspended above the glittering Chicago Gold Coast, its stark bl

lk of my wedding dress pooling around me like a suffocating shroud. I didn't belong her

exactly why

f my half-sister Sofia's betrayal shattered me. I had wept. I had begged. And eventually, I ha

I wasn't a sacrificial lamb anymore; I was a ghost

d cousin and the family's designated disappointment, stumbled into the living room. He was shrugging off his

tered, his voice rough wi

his dark, hollow eyes vanished instantly, replaced by a sharp, predatory sho

e him a chan

ly has assigned me?" I asked, my voice s

, then back to me. "Unless Julian suddenly developed a taste for mod

e hallway. Gina, my stepmother's loyal maid, burst into the penthouse. Her chest h

ying to her cheeks. "Miss Sofia... she was sent to Mr.

nder. Her feet remained firmly planted by the door. She was stalling, giv

ride. A public humiliation that could ignite a Family War. He loo

him n

tirely, walking past her pathetic performance with measured, deliberate steps. I stopped at Dante's mahogany desk

dim light, gleaming w

It was the pure, unadulterated intent to kill-something he had likely see

?" I said, my tone dead and ho

Heir's Wing. Behind me, I heard the sharp clink of Dante tossing his whiskey glass onto