I spent two years fixing Cole Mercer's emergencies because I thought loving him meant standing beside him when money got tight.
On a private yacht, I learned what he thought loving me meant.
He had traded me to the men covering the money he stole.
I ran barefoot through the service corridor with my dress torn and his sedative still burning through my veins.
Roman DeLuca found me before they did.
He put one man on the floor, wrapped his jacket around me, and made a doctor wait until I was completely clearheaded.
Hours later, I was the one who kissed him first.
He stopped anyway and asked me to say what I wanted.
I told him not to leave.
Two months later, I was pregnant, framed as a thief, and standing in front of the same man while Cole called me a liar.
Then I heard the recording Cole thought had been erased.
"She was supposed to pay my debt."
"Now she's carrying Roman's child."
"Good. The baby gives us leverage."
"Then take her before the Godfather realizes who sold him the bait.
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