The Hidden Bride

oke up to

cating kind. The kind that remi

eath her was far too large, the silk sheets cool against her skin. Everything about this place was foreign

us the surroundings, she

ty that last night had changed everything. She was now Celeste DeLuca,

ed toward the do

om the

the o

d. She wasn't just

the cold marble floor as she walked to the window. She p

, she s

lack suits blending into the shadows. Cameras turned at s

as powerful. But this... thi

lden

in the

ss, realization sinking in. She wasn't jus

ible for it all was

eturned to their

e had expec

a contract rather than love. There had been no vow

her than the terrifying repu

ia

ucha

hle

he was he

at the door

dressed in all black. Her sharp features and cold ey

d her formally, her voice clipped

DeL

a strange chil

ned her shoulders and nodded, foll

table stretched across the room, silver chandeliers reflecting off its surface

ead of the t

zo De

silent wedding, she faced the

making his dark features even more striking. His jet-black hair was sl

n't lo

oss from him. Not when the world outside had

d her fists ben

sit here quietly and fade int

m last night?" she asked,

le

aze to meet hers. Midnight eyes-cold, calculating

he said

ation. No

ls dug into h

liberate p

use I

ruelty. He said it like a fact. As if locking his wife

d to let him s

on't o

uscle in his jaw ticked, his finger

n't

low, dangerous

her ground. She wasn't some delicate

marriage," she said evenly

through his eyes-amusement, interes

he s

at, the king dis

d, picking up his coffee.

, she di

thing wa

just the