“Are you afraid I’ll break the engagement? Run off with Heath and leave you looking like a fool in front of your friends? Why do you care?”
“I don’t know!” The force of his reply stunned me into silence. Dante’s granite mask cracked, revealing the torment underneath.
“I don’t know why I care. I just know I do, and I hate it.” Self-loathing coated his voice.
“I hate the idea of you touching anyone else, or anyone else touching you. I hate that other people can make you laugh in a way I can’t. I hate how I feel around you, like you’re the only person who can make me lose control when I. Don’t. Lose. Control.”
🖤
“I don’t give a fuck how long you and Vivian have known each other or how long ago you dated.” Dante’s soft snarl sent ice skittering down my spine. “You don’t touch her. You don’t talk to
her. You don’t even fucking think about her. If you do, I’ll break every fucking bone in your body until your own mother won’t recognize you. Understand?”
~Dante
“There’s a…personal matter I need to deal
with.”
Christian looked up from his phone and slid it into his pocket.
“Sorry to hear that,” he said mildly. “I’ll walk you out.”
“This personal matter…” he said as I exited into the hall.
“Wouldn’t happen to be Vivian’s ex-boyfriend showing up at your house, would it?” Surprise halted my steps, followed by a cold blast of fury. I turned, my glare lasering in on Christian. “What the fuck did you do, Harper?”
“I merely facilitated a reunion between your fiancée and an old friend,” he said casually. “Since you enjoyed fucking with me so
much, I figured I’d return the favor. Oh, and Dante?”
His smile lacked any hint of humor. “Touch Stella again, and you’ll no longer have a fiancée.”
🖤⚡
his eyes glinting like shards of volcanic glass against the soft roses.
(I am a little obsessed with the eyes' description)
“Cowards always pick on people who can’t fight back.”
“Mixing business with pleasure. It’s about time.”
“Look who’s talking.” Kai’s idea of fun was translating academic texts into Latin for no reason other than he was a showoff and bored as hell.
“What can I say? I prefer the company of words to people. Except for you, of course.”
(Kai Young is so me, I just knew he's going to be my favorite from the King of Sins series)
Somehow, someway, Vivian Lau had burrowed under my skin, and I didn’t know how to get her out without losing a piece of myself in the process.
ہمیں جان دینی ہے ایک دن وہ کسی طرح، وہ کہیں سہی
ہمیں آپ کھینچئے دار پر، جو نہیں کوئی تو ہم ہی سہی
“Knowing Dante, I wouldn’t put it past
him to marry someone strictly for business purposes.”
A concrete block formed in my chest.
“Our families work in similar fields,” I murmured. “So there is a business element to it.”
“Yes, but I’ve seen the way he looks at you.” She ran the last dirty dish under the water. “It’s not about business.”
She was wrong, but that didn’t stop my pulse from spiking with anticipation. “How does he look at me?”
Janis smiled. “Like he never wants to look away.”
🖤
“Make no mistake, mia cara.” I grasped her chin and tilted it up. “This is business. And if there’s one thing I take seriously, it’s my investments.”
“What does that say about you?”
“Answer me.” Command hardened my voice into steel.
Vivian shook her head.
“If you won’t say it, I will. It says you’re mine. Puoi negarlo quanto vuoi, ma è la verità.”
“You forget.” I pressed my fingers against her nape, forcing her to look up at me. “You’re my fiancée. Not Kai’s. Not anyone else’s. I don’t give a fuck how handsome they are or what type of accent they have. You’re mine, and no one…Touches what’s mine.”
Leaders who are out of touch are leaders who fail.
the problem with glass is, it is as vulnerable as it is lethal
I hated his arrogance, his rudeness, and the mocking way he called me mia cara.
I hated the way my pulse kicked at the rough span of his hand around my neck.
And I hated how he always seemed larger than life, like the molecules of any space he entered had to fold in on themselves to accommodate him.
"She wore the same lipstick from the exhibition. Bold, red, and seductive, like a siren’s call amidst a sea of tranquil calm. I wanted to rub my thumb across her bottom lip and smear her perfect lipstick until she was nothing more than a beautiful mess. To peel back the composed mask and see the ugliness underneath."
~ Dante Russo
The insults with a grain of truth always cut the deepest.
I knew it was physically impossible, but I
couldn’t shake the eerie sense he could see straight through me like I was made of nothing more than a thousand pieces of broken, transparent glass.
Revenge is a dish best serve cold.
“I also heard the more zeroes one has in their bank account, the fewer words they’re capable of speaking.”
~Vivian Lau
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