Meeting My Abductor Again

Born For Starlight: The Mysterious Wife Who Stole My Heart

Everett Bastian

Dayna had worshiped her husband, only to watch him strip her late mother's estate and lavish devotion on another woman. After three miserable years, he discarded her, and she lay broken-until Kristopher, the man she once betrayed, dragged her from the wreckage. He now sat in a wheelchair, eyes like tempered steel. She offered a pact: she would mend his legs if he helped crush her ex. He scoffed, yet signed on. As their ruthless alliance caught fire, he uncovered her other lives-healer, hacker, pianist-and her numb heart stirred. But her groveling ex crawled back. "Dayna, you were my wife! How could you marry someone else? Come back!"

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Chapter 1

Prologue

Camilla

Today feels like the longest day ever since I was brought into this mansion. If someone would have told me five months ago that I would be living with my father's sworn-enemy, I would have called the person crazy and laughed at their faces.

I have always kept my distance from my father's business, his world isn't one I want anything to do with. Yet, here I am being a prisoner to the mafia king because of his war with my family. It shows how your life can change just in a split without notice.

The first time I saw Carlos, I didn't know what to make of him. That night at the restaurant, he looked exactly how people described him, cold and intense. He didn't say a word to me but he only stared at me in a way no one else had done before. It made my temperature rise and I thought I would never see him again since my father's controlling tactic went from zero to a hundred after that night but I was wrong.

A knock on the door brought me out of my deep thoughts.

"Come in." Becca walked in.

"I want to check on me, you didn't come down for dinner. Kate said you didn't want anything brought upstairs either."

"I am not hungry."

"Mr, Black isn't going to like that you skipped your meal."

This is what annoyed me the most, why does it matter to him? If I don't want to eat, that is my own problem and not his.

"I am tired, Becca. I am going to take a shower if you don't mind."

"At least, let me bring you something light to eat."

"No thanks, I am not in the mood."

It started walking to the bathroom, I didn't wait to see if she had something else to say. It was probably childish of me not to go down for dinner, it was just so upsetting that Carlos Black thinks he can control me like he does to the City. I am not one of his employees or a client, we aren't friends so why does he care?

I turned the shower on, it is one of my favorite rooms in this mansion. I removed the socks on my feet and was immediately heated by the cold tiles. I removed my clothes one at a time, as I dropped my clothes on the floor, it reminded me of two nights ago when Carlos walked in while I was naked in the bathroom.

"Are you enjoying the shower?" He walked into the bathroom, I tried to cover myself but it was pointless since the walls of the bathroom were made of glass.

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