The Devil's Vow: A Curse in White Lace

as supposed to

that feels more like a prison than a sign of happiness. There's no joy here

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d mafia boss. Cold

timidating mansion. The room I'm in feels more like a cage. The dark red walls look like they're covered in blood, t

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e sharp, like he's swallowing me whole. I can

ls the silent room. I don't move, but my whole

touch my hand gently. He loosens my tight

says in a deep, sharp voice that sends chills do

e. But more than that, I feel like I

and look him in the e

ly. His eyes roam over

s voice leaves no room for argument.

ack, but before I can speak, his ey

stion," he say

ree

face hardens, and he g

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t skips

says slowly, demandin

, caught in h

y chest tight. Nolan's eyes don't move from mine. His smirk is f

lenging. "You're my wife. That means you'

ing every reaction I give him. Calmly, he starts unbuttoning his shirt, revealing his muscul

room just by being in it. Without saying anything, I turn and

ainst the wall, eyes closed for a moment. It's only the firs

own. My hands tremble when they touch my skin-not from fear,

into some pajamas-somehow already hanging by the sink-and look at mys

ath, I open the doo

asually leaning against the frame, but his

in his deep, rough voice, the Italian accent

t him, get into bed, and stare

ords echo in my head. Mi

m. "Stop call

ound my anger amusing. He stepped closer,

oth like a tease-but his eyes said

'm not your toy, Nolan.

ng me to prove it. "You're my wife. Th

"A wife you forced into marriage. That doesn't

gently tucked a strand of my hair behind my ear-a move that should've f

quietly, his tone calm but chilling. "But

nd away, hard. I

of this tension. "I like your fire," he said, leaning lazily agai

aside and walked casually across th

k. "Don't get too c

er his shoulder with a k

ht have just started, but one thing was clear-I wa

.

felt to

silence wrap around me. My thoughts were

ot just rich or powerful, but a Span

as here, in

ed up. Nolan was leaning against the bathroom

ice had that rough Italian-Spanish acce

"Stop calli

. "Why not? You're my wife. That makes you

because we're married

ed slowly toward me, and in seconds, he was right in front of me. I

oice low and intense. "The second you said 'I

"Oh yeah? I'd say th

re out what I meant. Then I stood up, facing hi

o bad-I'm a dark romance addic

gh, like I'd said s

ter around myself, hoping the night wo

.

ed on. I still

the blanket and glancing at the sofa across the room where Nolan

ng to sleep?" I

ng. "You think I'd sleep next to a woman wh

es. "I'm not t

h, but how wou

n't r

d up. I tensed slightly as he cam

me and leaned in, his fa

why I chose you, K

. "Because you ha

. "Maybe. But I'm also curious... h

in his voice. Not a

gaze head-on. "You want me to give u

epping back, as if silently acknowledg

nce I arrived at this man

e. I was going to win-and ma