Scarred by Your Love: A Contract Lover's Heartbreak

ravaged through

hts had ended like this-her body aching, her heart n

e only grew rougher, as if her suff

e him? Or... was it love?

ere true, then why did his love feel more like punishment? Was it po

. you still want

never forget me - n

no man touches

w with heat - the kind of possessive whispers he b

er cheeks would flush crimson, her hea

g-her best friend. She hadn't met the groom before. Fiona insisted on

ld've prepared

who'd been in her bed last night-the man w

ci

a faded birthmark on his thigh, and

realized she didn't even deserve to know he was ge

without her noticing. She wanted to scream at him, to ask how

pped on a gentle smile, turning to Fiona with soft eyes,

o her new husband. "Thi

a complete stranger. Cool, composed, n

said politely and r

t their fingers touched, she panicked and pul

was terrified one slip in her

even a crack in his mask. Of course he wouldn't give a

eaned in and gently moved it aside. He did it so car

kind of tenderness. She always thought he was cold by natur

, she let someone guide her to a

shed about the bride and groom-their background

his was Fiona's husband-someone so good at lying

m them both. That al

ian-that would blow everything up. So, she quickly shot

ked in. Guests rose to their feet, welcomin

aughter's hand into Lucian's. He looked every bit the perfect groom-

room for her. Probably just her imagination. After all, when she lo

for the traditional toast-it was almost done. But whe

rming gentleman act anymore. It made her stomach turn.

ger hovering over the screen-then suddenly, a warm weight pres

hand covered her mouth. She knew that scent

toasting his bride? What the hell was he d

e doing the wedding toast?"

, then his low, hoarse v

he had that he might've been here for her. For a second, s

urned to face him, disbelief in her eyes

ip around her waist and shoved her further into the restroo

away from her mouth-his other hand already

back. It was the first time she'd ever s

nd now. It was their wedding. If she gave in, wh

no to me," he murmur

tion. One word from him, and

r me, at least think about her, can you?" Her voice

what he was doing now-here, on thei

grabbed both her wrists with one hand, held

but her heart? That wa

ever once. Maybe to him, she wasn

e could finally walk away. Turns ou

You're the one who dressed like this -

he whispered, voice thick with

ngers clung to the bathroom door for support as hot