Bound by Vengeance
lelight, the scent of fresh roses, the man she loved
ever imag
usband without a soul. A vow
e hall empty except for a priest, two witnes
at ease, as if this wasn't a forced wedding but a mere business transaction. His gaze met hers,
o run. But whe
aling the deal. And her brother-her sweet,
d no c
roat as she stopped besid
e simply held out his
er shaking fingers in his. His grip tightened
was quick.
ake Alina Moretti to be y
oice was stea
take Dante Valenti to be y
sandpaper. The word
she wh
hin, forcing her to loo
her fear and r
smirk curle
d gi
sband and wife, Dante didn't waste a sec
ot a
cl
fingers dug into her hips, pressing her body against h
weakness. But she knew-everyone in this room
s brushed against her ear, his voice
o hell, Mr