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“I don’t give a fuck how powerful you think you are. If you ever touch my wife again, I’ll slit your throat and bury your body where no one will ever find it. Do you understand?” he growls.
“Our marriage is a business arrangement, so I understand your being opposed to it. Neither of us wants this, but one thing I can promise is that I will never lay hands on you in anger.”
Wait. If he doesn’t want to be married to me either, then why did he do it?
Bc he's in love with you, babe. Or ig will be in love with you. Right now he's js doing the bare minimum. But yk, whatever.
Our hands brush.
Emilio—signs
Wtf kind of name is that? Not judging, babe. You do you.
I bark.
Woof.
“They can try, but they will fail.”
Always good to have confidence ig
“I don’t give a fuck how powerful you think you are. If you ever touch my wife again, I’ll slit your throat and bury your body where no one will ever find it. Do you understand?” he growls.
“Our marriage is a business arrangement, so I understand your being opposed to it. Neither of us wants this, but one thing I can promise is that I will never lay hands on you in anger.”
My blood continues to boil over the fact that Donnelly hit my wife. Business arrangement or not, in our family, wives are treated with respect, and marriage is a sacred vow. One you do not break.
He has dimples.
I draw more courage from the dark. “Respect. Honesty. Communication.” I take in a shaky breath. “I don’t expect love, but…” Beside me Jacob’s body goes rigid. I can’t even tell if he’s breathing. “But?” I hear the dread in his voice. The gruff wariness. Can he hear the lie in mine? Am I stupid to expect love in my marriage, especially since we’re still strangers who know nothing of one another? I have to give him something, though. “But I hope for caring. Someday, maybe.’’
“She’s not here at the moment, and most likely won’t return any time soon. Not as long as she has a husband who would rather not touch her and who uses his own hand for pleasure instead of using his perfectly willing wife.”
I am not supposed to be attracted to my wife. To find her intelligent, kind-hearted, brave, fascinating. Most of all, I’m not supposed to like her and enjoy her company.
“I don’t. I wouldn’t want you to change a single thing about yourself.”
My wife has brought me to my knees.
“That you’d kill anyone who touched me?” I should be horrified at the thought, yet I can’t find it in me. “You are my wife. I’d burn the world to ash for you.”
when I took care of that distraction seven years ago.”
“Nyeuzheli ti dumala shto ti tak lehko spasyoshsya, Mila?” “Mikhail!” The man holding me jerks, and there stands Jacob, his weapon trained on us. “Your men are dead or dying. Release my wife, and I may show you mercy.”
“I love you.”
this queen of mine—and
