The Cold Mafia's Wrong Wife
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I didn’t expect to see him standing there, by the window, shirt sleeves rolled up, the morning light making his skin glow like it wasn’t meant to belong to someone so dangerous.
Draven Damian.
My sister’s husband. The man I was pretending to love. He turned slowly, his eyes locking onto mine. And just like that, my breath caught.
He didn’t smile. He didn’t speak. He just looked deep and cold, l...
Draven Damian.
My sister’s husband. The man I was pretending to love. He turned slowly, his eyes locking onto mine. And just like that, my breath caught.
He didn’t smile. He didn’t speak. He just looked deep and cold, l...