CRAVING THE WRONG MAN
READING AGE 18+
He made me his wife.
Then he made me disappear.
Our marriage was never supposed to be about love. It was a debt between families. I knew Saint would never choose me. I didn’t expect to crave the man who could pin me against a wall with a look and make me forget why I should hate him.
Then enemies came.
Saint had one choice: save me or save Maren.
He chose her.
He sent me away as bait, never knowing I carried his child—or that I was about to tell him our marriage had become real.
He thinks I died that night.
Wrong.
I survived. I healed. Then I met the man Saint warned me never to trust.
His worst enemy.
His smile, protection, and the way he looks at me make resisting him impossible.
Now I’m craving the wrong man—and Saint wants back what he threw away.
Unfold
MIA~
Rhett's entire expression changes.
The amusement disappears first, followed by whatever small trace of softness had been sitting behind his eyes. What replaces it is darker, harder to read, and suddenly I am painfully aware of what I have just asked.
I am standing in front of a man who could know more……
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