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a lifeline, her fingers trembling as she sat on the

re an altar. A bride in ivory. A pa

in silence, in a bedroom far too lavi

bedr

was no husband. He was a shadow wrapped in tailo

ng, without a word. No expl

... he

w him, broad shoulders cutting through the dim light

a

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s with clinical detachment. She watched as he disappeared into t

breathe. No

ow around his hips, he moved with quiet, predatory calm. He o

handful. More

dened. "Ale

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tered the stilln

? What do you mean?" The fe

es sharp as blades. "I don't like

. I'm not an animal," she s

stillness settled over him. Th

g you would be

ain, searching for somethi

ff the bed and bolted for

caught in

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hen answered in Italian-his

to?" (What the fuc

er he was being told... it wasn't good. His grip

A low curse. And

ard her. That unreadable, ter

t seems. But soon. I've waited seven ye

ed beneath his skin. Then he stormed out, t

he room, heart pounding, her

chest, as if to s

devil wrapped in

give him the satisfa

Let him believe she was no

dea who she

r father's

this

learn to p

mind was consumed by thoughts of h

As she lay there, her mind racing with uncertainty, Alessandro was already miles away, meeting with his loyal men who had summoned him with urgent news. A attempted breach of his warehouse had been reported

e a celebration of his union

he would make sure thos