Reborn Heiress: Claimed By The Dark Don

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ng, thick with the stench of cheap whiskey and copper. Damien's blood was everywhere-soaking my hands, pooling on

ruthless Underboss of the Castillo family, the man I had hated for ruining my life, had driven his armored Cadillac straight into hell to pull me out. He di

my eyes sn

on silk sheets. The scent of expensive whiskey and a faint, masculine cologne replac

e at The Cas

oat. He was standing at the foot of the massiv

s unbuttoned dress shirt. His face, a cruel masterpiece carved from marble, was set in a hard line. His d

. The night he had publicly ripped me away from Julian

. He was breathing. I scrambled across the mattress, ignoring the ache in my body, and threw myself at him. My hands framed his face, and I

ed hand clamped around my jaw, his fingers digging into my skin with br

" he snarled, his voice a low, dangerou

Julian Barron. To him, this sudden submission was a calculated ploy, a desperate woman's trick to lo

choked out, tears

his thumb pressing harshly against my lower lip, silencing me.

e authority of a man enforcing his claim. He pushed me back into the silk pillows, his heavy frame trapping me completely. My mind was a chaotic st

k, marking me as his territory, the edges of my vi