Prisoners Of Love
in fate-until the night it s
sed stage, surrounded by faceless shadows cloaked in smoke and whispers. A red velvet blindfold covered
arks on her pale skin. The silk dress they forced her to wear clung to her trembling frame,
rown out most of the murmuring around her, but she
e the
, but exo
scared. I
neer rose above the cro
years old. Educated, obedient,
ced herself to stay upright. She wouldn't g
that remained was the fire burning behind her ribs. A quiet defia
d: One milli
he room, and then
an barked, his voice
another, laughing
stomach
ike she mi
nse. It came just before a voice she would never
on," said t
eep. As if carved fr
oom s
. Someone chuc
haps you'
he man repeated. "
Not even the auct
avel fell like thunde
ol
, Liana Cruz was n
a poss
-
e. Her legs were too weak to hold her. She didn't resist when the strong
urmured, barely louder than a wh
ole body w
n with the voice l
his grip. "I'm not yours. I don't care ho
to," he cut in, his tone s
r. He wasn't touching her violently-yet somehow, it was clear he could. He c
she growled,
caped him, but
w this-if you escape, the next place you'll be au
stil
she beli
andeliers and framed paintings of men who looked like
black car waiting at the back of the estate. A man in a
ir was heavy
s steepled under his chin. He had removed her blindfold jus
d... too
mouth set in a permanent frown. He wore black-of course-and sat like so
a man look so dangero
e flutter in her stomach. It wasn't att
or a long while
t I expected,"
I'm not your perfe
don't survive
ly. "Then why buy me? W
for a moment she thou
said, "R
-
t him, heart h
echoed. "I don'
locked on hers, "b
flin
aybe. But her mind raced blank. Her mother was dead. Her father had d
ng about?" she dema
unreadable look befo
s Damian B
hit like
art sk
about in criminal circles, said to control more than half of the
swal
eone in my fam
," he said col
ndow, ending the conversat
ge. She didn't know what was worse-the fact that she'd been bought like property... or th
her
had chained