From Bride to Scorpion's Heir

from the hospit

a DEA fie

ng by a wall covered in

oked

gone, replaced by a st

didn't mee

sit box. Your father's. I

ded me

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as flat. Pr

talking to

oice trembling. "Look at me. Wa

turned, his

my job

lked

ng him for months

ntrepreneur, always p

, sending flowers, "accid

arity gala.

ripped near the po

ht me. St

. I scraped m

ever

his face a strange mix o

kless?" he'd asked, his

n his expen

, had blurted, "Only when I'm trying to get you

at me for a

leaned down and k

. I like you. But

hispered, dizz

ice soft, almost a warning, "you te

rom

whispered, so low only I could hear, "I