Kindle Notes & Highlights
I want to feel safe again. Is that too much to ask?”
Even when life was cruel, he made it gentle. I missed him so much, it felt like grief had hands—pressing down on my chest, making it hard to breathe. If he were still here, none of this would’ve happened. He would’ve stood between me and the world. No matter how small or tired or poor he was. He was my whole world. And the world stole him too soon.
“I’m your husband,”
“You can thrash on me all you want.”
“Your pain,” he says quietly, “is not yours anymore. It’s mine. Like the rest of you.”
He’s a monster, but in this moment, he’s my monster, his cruelty a twisted gift that binds us tighter than any vow.
“Happy birthday,”
“May every scream today stitch you back together.
“Thank...
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“When I put that ring on your finger,” he said, voice like ice and fire, “you didn’t just become my wife. You became mine. All of you. Your breath, your rage. Your joy... and your grief.”
“You don’t get to carry it alone anymore.”
“I don’t fight over women.”
“I kill for mine.”
“Take one more step away from me,” he said in that quiet, razor-edged tone, “and I’ll remind you who the fuck you belong to.”
“You’re not listening,” he snapped, closing the distance between us in three strides. “You were uncomfortable with your body. That’s the only reason I sleep every night fucking empty air—when all I want is to fuck you until you scream my name and pass out in my arms.”
“I haven’t touched another woman since the day I married you,” he growled. “Not one.”
“I’ll have my eyes covered,”
“While we do this. That way, I won’t see anything, and you’ll be comfortable.”
“Say the word,” he whispered. “Say yes—and I’ll ruin you with pleasure until the only thing you know is me, until you’re screaming, begging, broken for me. You’ll forget your name. Forget your pain. You’ll only remember what it feels like to be fucking mine.”
“Yes,”
And for once—I didn’t feel ruined. I felt seen. Wanted. Worshiped by the monster who said I was his.
“You taste so fucking good,”
“I’m not most men.”
“Your girl?”
“My wife.”
“Disrespect my wife again and I’ll send your body back to your father in pieces.”
“Any man approaches you, tell them who you are,”
“Who am I?”
“Cassian Moretti’...
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“Just like...
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“They fea...
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“Celebrate my victory with me,”
“Not with another man.”
“Yes,...
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“As long as you want to come with me... I’ll take you anywhere.”
“Flat as a boy. Scarred like a battlefield.” His words echo, brutal and exact. Each syllable cuts deep—straight through the shame I’ve hidden beneath padded bras and forced silence. I sob, breath ragged, face swollen, heart screaming that I’ve lost myself to him.
I’m ending this marriage. Whether you like it or not.”
“And when I do... you’ll understand how powerful a woman can be when she’s had enough.”
It’s almost amusing, really—how everyone wants to help me escape. But not because they care about me. Because I’m useful. Or because helping me helps them. Nobody sees me. They see opportunity.
“You were never weak, Charlotte,”
“You just didn’t know how strong you were.”
“And you were never h...
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“You just didn’t know anyone could love you after wh...
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“You’re mine,”
“Not done,”
“Since that night you kissed me at that bar... I haven’t touched another woman.”
“I could hurt you a thousand ways, but cheating? Never.”
“I’ll show you what a woman’s made of, Cassian Moretti,”
“You think I can’t leave? Watch me.”
But I never expected to love her. Her fire. Her defiance. Her silence that screamed louder than any threat. Even her scars—they undid me. They reminded me of mine. She burned through the rage I’d spent years perfecting, cracked through walls I swore no one would ever touch again. And I fell. Hard. Deep. Obsessed. I love her so much I can’t breathe in her absence. Every second without her feels like drowning in a world made of knives. My chest is a locked cage—no key, no mercy. But I realized it too late. Because by the time I saw her for what she truly was—not Seraphina’s daughter, not my
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