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He closes the distance between us. His hand comes up — not to strike, not to push away — but to cup my face. His palm is calloused. Warm. And for the first time in three years, Alessandro Ferraro looks at me like I'm not a receipt.

Not when the priest asked if he accepted me. Not when his gold signet ring pressed cold against my knuckle. Not even when his men cheered, glasses of whiskey raised to la nuova sposa — the new bride. La Esposa Rechazada del Cruel Mafioso - Adri Lu...

The night I married Alessandro Ferraro, he didn't look at me once. He closes the distance between us

He fills the doorway like a storm. Six foot four, shoulders carved from violence, jaw sharp enough to cut glass. His suit is charcoal, his tie loosened, a thin scar above his brow catching the lamplight. He is beautiful in the way a blade is beautiful — right before it draws blood. Not when his gold signet ring pressed cold

"Because," he says, and his voice drops to a dangerous whisper, "I've spent three years convincing everyone, including myself, that I don't want you. But the Rosetti just threatened what's mine."