Scarred by Your Love: A Contract Lover's Heartbreak
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ravaged through
hts had ended like this-her body aching, her heart n
e only grew rougher, as if her suff
e him? Or... was it love?
ere true, then why did his love feel more like punishment? Was it po
. you still want
never forget me - n
no man touches
w with heat - the kind of possessive whispers he b
er cheeks would flush crimson, her hea
g-her best friend. She hadn't met the groom before. Fiona insisted on
ld've prepared
who'd been in her bed last night-the man w
ci
a faded birthmark on his thigh, and
realized she didn't even deserve to know he was ge
without her noticing. She wanted to scream at him, to ask how
pped on a gentle smile, turning to Fiona with soft eyes,
o her new husband. "Thi
a complete stranger. Cool, composed, n
said politely and r
t their fingers touched, she panicked and pul
was terrified one slip in her
even a crack in his mask. Of course he wouldn't give a
eaned in and gently moved it aside. He did it so car
kind of tenderness. She always thought he was cold by natur
, she let someone guide her to a
shed about the bride and groom-their background
his was Fiona's husband-someone so good at lying
m them both. That al
ian-that would blow everything up. So, she quickly shot
ked in. Guests rose to their feet, welcomin
aughter's hand into Lucian's. He looked every bit the perfect groom-
room for her. Probably just her imagination. After all, when she lo
for the traditional toast-it was almost done. But whe
rming gentleman act anymore. It made her stomach turn.
ger hovering over the screen-then suddenly, a warm weight pres
hand covered her mouth. She knew that scent
toasting his bride? What the hell was he d
e doing the wedding toast?"
, then his low, hoarse v
he had that he might've been here for her. For a second, s
urned to face him, disbelief in her eyes
ip around her waist and shoved her further into the restroo
away from her mouth-his other hand already
back. It was the first time she'd ever s
nd now. It was their wedding. If she gave in, wh
no to me," he murmur
tion. One word from him, and
r me, at least think about her, can you?" Her voice
what he was doing now-here, on thei
grabbed both her wrists with one hand, held
but her heart? That wa
ever once. Maybe to him, she wasn
e could finally walk away. Turns ou
You're the one who dressed like this -
he whispered, voice thick with
ngers clung to the bathroom door for support as hot