Married To The Wrong Brother

ed my eyes. "You know Matteo would've been around the cor

hed h

e still wasn't convinced. Davina never

ted out of her nose, eyes trailing across the room as if th

mutiny of a man, and not the other way around. You know how many times I've imagined stabb

okes. They were distractions. She hated seeing me unhappy, and this was h

pparently being a future doctor and being the wife of a Don-in-waiting don't mix well in the De Laurentiis manual.

es that sparkled with fire and defiance for a quick second before I tore m

I noticed Davina narrowed h

e operate on a senator while six men hold assault rifles at your back," I t

brightest smile that stretched across her warm oval f

a look. "You don't ha

ha

n. You've got this perfect little fantasy world all tied up in that diar

, G

we go

was something broken that she had to fix before the wedding

s a fairytale and not a game of power and placement. You better let whoever he is go before

n my desk and opened the drawer to create space for the journal, where my clip

pid

nough time to s

he was already backing up as her na

dy had th

ips thinned. "I'm the only person in the house who actually sees you, Rosie. You're not hiding anything from me. N

she sidestepped, and I landed hard o

splayed across my scalp, pressing my face into the bed. A c

ed and I cou

She was older, stronger and fast when she wanted to be. On the other hand, I was weak

t read it!" I

hich unfortunate soul has your heart tangled up so bad that it has you writing whole sonnets like

mersaulted

, she flipped to the last page where the in

I'm in love with him, but because I think I already was before I knew what love meant.