King of Envy (Kings of Sin, #5)

by Ana Huang

I was of the firm belief that a home should feel like a home. Books should be read, couches should be sat on, kitchens should be used. A house wasn’t a museum; it was a tapestry of who we were and the lives we’d lived.

Dream home description right there.

It wasn’t as luxurious as the penthouse suite I’d booked at the Ritz, but this was the house where Ayana had grown up. That was better than any five-star amenity.

They make me waanna sob :,)

If she was gone from this earth, I would feel it. I would know because I would be dead too.

“Nisam sklon kompromisima, srce, ali za tebe bih pristao i na hiljadu njih