Total pages in book: 25
Estimated words: 23907 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 120(@200wpm)___ 96(@250wpm)___ 80(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 23907 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 120(@200wpm)___ 96(@250wpm)___ 80(@300wpm)
But he knew how these things worked. Somewhere out there, a copy could still exist. And if Sarica ever got her hands on it—
The thought alone made him shudder.
"Forget it," Giancarlo said curtly.
"But—-"
Another drone showed up outside the window, and Giancarlo hauled his wife to him so he could whip up the covers over both of them.
Sarica stared at him in confusion. "What are you—-"
"We've got company again."
Sarica immediately reached for the remote control to close the blinds...only to have her husband take it out of her hold and toss it away.
"Giancarlo!"
"Let's not be selfish," he purred. "We can give them what they want without actually showing anything, sì?"
"No!"
"I knew you'd see it in my way."
It was her only warning before Giancarlo was positioning her over his length, and Sarica could only gasp as she found himself riding him.
But whether it was for show or pleasure, she didn't really know at this point.
All she knew was that he was...aaaah.
MEANWHILE, ON THE OTHER side of the world, the first of Viktor Biancardi’s letters had landed in the hands of its intended recipient.
Keiran de Laigny sat in the dimly lit study of his estate, the flickering light of the fireplace casting long shadows across the room. The letter lay open on his desk, its contents burning in his mind as if the words themselves were aflame. Viktor’s handwriting was precise, almost clinical, but the message was anything but.
He moved to the window, his gaze sweeping over the sprawling gardens of his estate. It was a scene of peace, of beauty—a stark contrast to the storm raging inside him.
His jaw tightened as he recalled the other man's brutally short message.
You owe me.
Keiran crumpled the letter into a ball before casting it into the fire. If only it was just as easy, he thought bitterly, to turn his memories of Cadence into ashes.
Her name alone had Keiran wanting to lash out, but she was like a plague on his soul. Inescapable. Irredeemable. And incurable.
It seemed like a lifetime ago when he had married her.
But a lifetime still wasn't enough to make him take her back.
There was a time when she was the only girl he had ever loved.
But because Cadence was also the same girl who had believed everyone except her own husband—-
There was no one in this world that Keiran despised more.
Damn her.
A blood debt was a blood debt, and while Keiran would honor what he promised and pay what he owed—-
This time, he would make sure that it was Cadence who would suffer and bleed.
The End