The Hidden Bride
ad never been a
rworld with ruthless precision. His enemies feared him, his allies respe
king who ruled from the shadows, unseen
time in years, some
e
le
ng to cower beneath his presence. The girl who, despite being thrown into h
candle burning before it inevitably flickered out
. The dim lighting cast sharp shadows across his face, accentuating the cold sharpness of his fe
on't
as meaningless rebellion. But there was something about he
en who begged for his attention, who feared
was di
t intri
ped in. A loyal soldier, Matteo had been with him since the
observed, leaning agains
ing, taking a slo
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lickered up, dar
s my
"That doesn't m
orenzo's lips, but th
wil
ad claimed her the moment she became his. She might fight,
belonged
didn't kn