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portraits of past Moretti Dons stared down at me, their cold eyes judging my every move. I had just spent hours playing the dutiful groom, parading a bri

he honeymoon suite, my jaw cl

Mor

in the middle of the hallway. He held a silver tra

l?" I asked, my vo

eping his eyes respectfully lowered. "From our home

rate Elena was to secure an heir and prevent me from annulling t

ut looking back. Luca hesitated for a fraction

no pathetic manipulation could break my iron will. I picked up the glass. Maintaining dead-eyed eye contact

ck onto the silver tray. "Th

strode toward the heavy mahogany d

ion swam, a primal, uncontrollable heat clawing at my veins and setting my blood on fire. The room w

ts of the four-poster bed. My supposed wife. I didn't care about her face in the dark

k what was legally mine with ruthless, punishing efficiency. Driven by the unnatural, burning chemical surge in my veins, the act was ent

e dark vaulted ceiling as the haze began to rece

fused, as if waking from a deep daze. Then, she spoke

... you we

f the pity in her tone was li

e laced with a sickening mix of awkwardness and sympathy. "You were just in such

he drug evaporated, replaced instantly by a cold, murderous

r delicate wrist like a steel vice. I yanked her toward me, f

" I hissed, my voice droppi