The Billionaire's Forbidding Bite

on's grand suite was alive with laughter and clinking glasses, but to her, it felt lik

world. The man who had destroyed her father's legacy, leaving her family name in ruins. The

e meant nothing now. Only a marriage alliance could sto

ing to steady herself. She had rehearsed a hundred

gh the door, impatient but worried. Behind it, she c

orcing her voice to stay calm. The word *e

her shoulders, hardening her expression. **Luc

hispers grew louder. Eyes locked onto her-wealthy,

cutting through the noise, finding her instant

said smoothly, a dangerous edge beneath

m fear-from fury. You call t

et, here we are. Fighting

fate,"* she

eyes-a challenge accepted. **She

lans,"* he murmured

you'll regret

dangerous dance of power, hate, and s

ale of betrayal, blood, and a pas

*Chapter 2: Sparks and Silhouettes**, keeping th

ncy prison. Crystal chandeliers blazed overhead, laughter bubbled

er cut through her thoughts. Stop

e forced felt fake. Every greeting was a lie. Nearby, her uncle

her ear. *"The Morettis h

, but his cold blue eyes were locked on her. He owned the

ou helped ruin,"

already decided I'm the villain?

that title,"

ping closer. His heat prickled her skin. It's

ar. Not

men-rivals from another gang-stalked in, their smir

ed around her wris

r, part something else. *"

cian Volkov, playing house? And with such a... *pr

turned deadly.

ve your empire. When the real wolves

ning. *"I'm nobody's *treaty.*

moved like a shadow, blocking

ath. Then, with a sneer, Dominguez bac

o you always make

hreatens what's min

your pro

-almost like regret. This isn't

etending nothing had happene

e with

hy?

hing."* His hand waite

tter judgment,

inst her waist. The music, the danger, the way his ga

game of power, hate... and somethin