iamacookie12

I made a horrible mistake. I agreed to marry the devil. In my defense, I did not know who I would be getting married to when I signed the contract. I assumed it would be to someone bad, but not him. Daniel Nicholas Castello, a mafia don and my ex-boyfriend.To everyone, he is a gorgeous, charismatic billionaire. Even to those who know him as don, he is perfect. But for me, he is the destruction personified. He has broken me before and he will do it again. Only this time, he won't even stop when he breaks me.Because this time, he won't let me leave. But that does not mean I won't try- even if it's the last thing I do.-"There are some things you have to know now since you are betrothed to me and I have the right to protect you from anyone by any means necessary now."I narrow my eyes at him. "What do you mean by 'any means necessary?"He looks at me, cold and impassive as ever. "You will find out soon enough.""If I stay long enough to find out," I mutter, getting up from the bed and away from him.He doesn't let me get far, though. He grabs my hair and pulls it just enough so I fall back down on the bed. He rolls over, so I am trapped underneath him. I look at his darkened, trying to keep my face expressionless. His anger does not surprise me. I feel like he has only two personality settings now- angry or emotionless. I still don't know which one I prefer."Do you really think there is a way out of this now? You are mine now, and no one can change that- not even you."-Sequel to Falling for The Devil.…

iamacookie12

I thought I knew what pain was. I was wrong. But at least, I got something good out of it- a person who protected me above all else. Daniel Nicholas Castello, a charming but brooding billionaire who hated me before he even knew me.He saved me from the world and so I mistook him for a hero. He wasn't a hero, though.He was the devil.And I fell for him. -"I have given you the freedom to do a lot of things, sweetheart, slapping me is not one of them," Daniel growls at me."Let go of my hand.""No."Both of us glare at each other in silence- neither willing to back down first. I should be the one to back down first because I started our fight, I provoked him and as sorry as I feel for that, I did not deserve what he called me.Daniel's eyes shift to my lips for less than a second but its enough to change something between us. It's enough for all the anger between us to be replaced by lust. "Let go of my hand," I repeat, breathlessly, but this time my voice is different- quieter and unconvincing. He looks into my eyes again, leans in and brushes my lips with his. "No." -…