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“I lose my mother and brothers less than six months ago, and now I’m losing my father and everything I’ve known too?”
“You can’t stop me from seeing him.” Him being Domenico De Kysa. The boy I was born to love. Son to Gio De Kysa, my father’s best friend and don to the De Kysa. We were both born on the same day. Raised side by side by our mothers who were best friends. We were raised to be betrothed. The perfect union of the two houses.
I’ve loved Domenico De Kysa my whole life.
“There is no end for us,” he says with certainty. “It would be like trying to stop the tides. Impossible. My reason for breathing is you.”
“No matter what happens, I will always find my way back to you.”
“The Isle Ciccula and the De Kysa are now at war.”
the Heartless King of the North.
“I’m going to make Bella Isle Ciccula my wife.”
The only boy who ever really loved me
“And I want you to know what it feels like to lose her.”
I will marry Satan. I will be his wife.
He dimmed her fire, something I don’t plan on doing once we’re married. I don’t want to dim her anything. I want to ignite it and feel her hellfire sear my skin.
Why pick the girl whose heart you broke? Anger crawls up my spine at the memory, and my smile vanishes. Because I learned the truth.
I’d like to say that I was planning his murder, but truth be told, I was mourning the loss of the Nico I knew back in Italy. My Nico
It’s not fair that the monster is as gorgeous and well put together as this because it makes him even more dangerous.
it was always you and Nico, you know. I thought you two were soulmates. Star-crossed lovers.”
“I’m not going to flee the country.” She folds her arms. “You see, I’ve had time to think while I’ve been locked up in here, and I think I’d much rather stick around and make sure your life is hell. And what better way to do that than to marry you?”
“I will kill any man who dares to put his hands on you. Nobody touches what is mine.”
But the moment he sees me dressed in lingerie, he stops, and his wild eyes sweep over me. Several times. I think I’ve just discovered my superpower. “What the fuck?” Lust shimmers in his expression, fusing with his anger. “Are you trying to fucking kill me?”
“Is that why you defy me? To get my attention?” Holy fuck, do I?
I can at least walk to my sacrificial altar wearing La Perla.” “And so my queen should.”
Bella appears in the hallway across from the kitchen, looking like something out of my dreams, and I feel the gates of hell opening wider beneath my feet.
Her diminishing smile is a kick in the balls and I want to put it back on her face more than I want the goddamn air in my lungs.
“You think I didn’t lie awake every night after you left remembering every tiny detail about you? Your smile. Your hair. Your eyes. Your body. You think I didn’t remember how your lips tasted?”
“Do you know what it was like for me when you left? The crushing ache I felt for you. The need to touch you. The desperate longing.
“I was watching as my entire fucking life came crashing down around me. I had run away to find you. To disappear with you. To be with you. Only to find you with him…”
When you’re sixteen, everything seems so much bigger and more tragic.
“I have agreed to marry you. I will live with you. I will play the role of your wife in public as I am expected to. I will respect and honor our agreement. But if you ever put your hands on me again, Don De Kysa, then as your queen, I will destroy you.”
I’m Bella De Kysa. Wife to don Nico De Kysa.
“She’s the bane of my existence,” I say dryly. “That you have feelings for.”
I want to tell her that the worst has already happened to me, so I have nothing left to fear. That losing her was the darkest feeling I’d ever known.
As far as husbands go, I won the lottery with Nico.
My wife is an angel. If only she’d never married the devil.
“No, it’s not him you should be afraid of right now,” I warn. “No?” He mocks surprise. “Who then?” My eyes zone in on his. “Me.”
What he didn’t count on was me being in love with my forced bride. That she is the air that I fucking breathe.
But worst of all, I hate that I love him just as he loves me, but I can’t say it because then it will be real, and when something is real, there is too much to lose. His world isn’t made for love. It is only made for pain.
He loves me. But it’s not enough.
Hell has officially frozen over. Domenico De Kysa, the Heartless King from the North, is on his knees.
Nico is dead.
In death, Nico De Kysa is still beautiful.
“Goodbye, my king,” I whisper. Sliding into the back seat, I close the door and let out the breath I was holding. Beside me, my husband leans over and kisses me. “Hello, my queen.”
I’m going to live. But I’ve made up my mind that I’m also going to die.
Now I know for sure… Domenico De Kysa must die.
I lean down and kiss my husband. “I love you, villain.”
