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