Fuiste Mia

En nuestro sexto aniversario de bodas, descubrí la verdad. El certificado de matrimonio que había atesorado durante seis años era falso. Había sacrificado mi carrera, mis sueños y mi herencia para ayudar a mi esposo a construir su imperio multimillonario, creyendo que era su esposa. Pero mientras yo preparaba nuestra sorpresa de aniversario, él celebraba con su mejor amiga embarazada. Para él, yo no era su esposa. Solo era una herramienta útil. Pensó que lloraría, suplicaría y lo perdonaría como siempre. En cambio, sonreí. Dejé que creyera que no sabía nada mientras borraba silenciosamente mi presencia de su vida, recuperaba todo lo que había construido y aceptaba una propuesta de matrimonio de su mayor rival. El día que caminé hacia el altar en brazos de otro hombre, Ethan irrumpió en la boda, con los ojos ardiendo de celos. —¿Cómo te atreves a casarte con otro hombre? ¡Sigues siendo mi esposa! Me reí, levanté nuestro certificado de matrimonio y vi cómo el color abandonaba su rostro. —¿Tu esposa? —dije—. Léelo con atención. Sus manos temblaron mientras miraba el documento. —Era falso desde el principio. Nunca fuiste mi esposo. Y ese fue el momento en que su arrepentimiento comenzó de verdad.

A loud moan escaped my throat as Alessandro slams me against the wall, his hard body pinning me tightly. “Keep fighting, baby,” he growls in a low voice, while sliding his hand under my dress. His Fingers find me soaked, plunging them deep and curling until my hips buck and I cry out. “Your body already knows you’re mine.” “Say it, mia cara. Say you’re mine.” Elara Voss is her family’s dirty little secret, the hidden daughter their dad loved in silence, while her sisters burned her with hate. To bury the shame and seal a massive deal, they force her to marry Alessandro Russo, Vegas’s deadliest mafia don. Her sisters were promised to perfect men. While She got handed over to a monster. But he didn’t just take, he became addicted to her. She became the only one who could calm the rage in him. Only she drives him wild, fantasizing about her mouth on him, swallowing every drop as she trembles and begs drives it to the edge. After he learns how cruelly she was treated by her family, the cold rejections and all of the hidden pain, his obsession turns lethal. “I own you,” he said in a raspy voice one night, his fist in my hair, yanking my head back to meet his burning eyes. “Every breath and every cry, if anyone should as much think of Hurting you again, I’ll make you watch while I tear them apart, piece by piece. Any man who gets close to you, dies screaming.” She then later uncovers his darkest secret, the bloody truth he buried deep underneath. Will it shatter them… or chain her to him forever?