Marrying The Wounded King: My Ex's Regret

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The Enforcer. The chaotic

esmond was cold, Antone was charming. When th

door to his suite, bypassi

d my vision, warping the room

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in the adjacent bathroom, steam curling o

e in my hands. I needed a friend. I needed some

e pinged fr

screen was glowing eeri

ing to ignore it, but

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walked to the desk. It was an en

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to Chelsea. The best way to the new Que

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her dog. Chelsea at a gala. Chel

ssed with his brother's fiancée. He was using

om door cl

is waist. Steam clung to his skin. He saw me s

smile evapora

. His voice lacked its usual warmth. I

backing away. "You don't c

nd. He walked toward me, water dri

disdain. "You're a stray, Dallas. We feed yo

robe. The smell of his soap was

eyes glazing over. He looked at me, but he was

erable. You

e," I warned, my

he murmured, reaching ou

arm. His gri

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nk on his own madness. "Pretend I'm Desmond. Or I ca

The fabric of my dress

brother I knew. This was a predator who

. Instinct hij

the face with every ounce of strength I

k, shock replacing

nd for a second, the mask of the charmin

las,

g my torn dress. "Don't y

asn't a savior. He was just another

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I spent the night dissecting

third try. It wasn't his birthday, and it

streets, captured through bedroom windows. And in the notes app, I found the scripts. Draft

s pretty. Touch her shou

felt used down

lry Desmond gave me. No clothes Antone bought

on the door

guard said from the hallway.

elt like lead, but my spine was

mond was there, staring out the window, refusing to look at me. Antone

he Don c

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s a stain on her expensive Persian carpet. "Your parents' accident... left us with certain

hollow. "Is that what you call sle

ened but didn

his hand on the desk. "You are a war

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Kennedy

s. The Don of the West Coast. The

ime network west of the Mississippi. Rumor said a car bomb took his legs

sion," The Don said, his tone dismissive. "We n

me," I said. It

corrected. "He is wealthy. You will be taken

smond. Away

ake it,

pun aroun

id, looking stra

f. "She stays. We can't send her to

to lose his pawn. He didn't want to l

" his mother snap

e panic. "Dallas, tell them no. Tell them y

his face, then at the li

I don't know," I said softly,

his jaw tight. "You're

aid, picking up the p