Five Years His Secret, Now Someone Else’s Bride

In my last life, I loved my brother’s best friend longer than I loved myself.

I was the princess of the De Luca family, a New York political dynasty. A good girl, through and through.

He was Orion Corvo. The king of Chicago's underworld. A ruthless, brutal man.

No one thought we belonged together. I never dared to confess.

Not until I was kidnapped. That cold-blooded, savage Don took a bullet for me. He shielded me with his body as I bled out.

We died together. Only then, seeing the desperation in his eyes, did I understand.

He loved me too.

Now, I'm back. 18 again. I ditched my life in Europe to stay by his side.

For five years, I was his most trusted art appraiser.

In private, he’d lose himself inside me. He fucked me like he wanted to own my soul.

I became his favorite fuck. His biggest secret.

But now, he’s getting married. And the bride isn't me.

In my last life, I loved my brother’s best friend longer than I loved myself.

I was the princess of the De Luca family, a New York political dynasty. A good girl, through and through.

He was Orion Corvo. The king of Chicago's underworld. A ruthless, brutal man.

No one thought we belonged together. I never dared to confess.

Not until I was kidnapped. That cold-blooded, savage Don took a bullet for me. He shielded me with his body as I bled out.

We died together. Only then, seeing the desperation in his eyes, did I understand.

He loved me too.

Now, I'm back. 18 again. I ditched my life in Europe to stay by his side.

For five years, I was his most trusted art appraiser.

In private, he’d lose himself inside me. He fucked me like he wanted to own my soul.

I became his favorite fuck. His biggest secret.

But now, he’s getting married. And the bride isn't me.

...

I stood outside Orion’s penthouse, my hand shaking. I clutched the papers that would end it all. The contract that would sever our five-year entanglement.

The moment the door opened, my breath hitched.

He wore only a white silk shirt, the top buttons undone. It revealed his bronzed chest and the vicious scar that ran from his collarbone to his heart.

Black suit pants clung to his powerful legs.

His face was still as perfect as a Roman statue. The high-bridged nose, the cruel line of his lips, and those gray eyes that saw right through you.

In a flash, the memory of my death hit me like a tidal wave—

After I was kidnapped, he’d risked everything to save me. But we were outnumbered. We were both shot.

“Evangeline, run…”

Blood spilled from the corner of his mouth, but he still used his body to shield me.

“I love you… I’ve always loved you…”

His life faded with mine on that rainy night.

…

“Happy birthday, my girl.”

Orion’s voice pulled me back to