Romance Books — крутилось 347 дн

Romance Books с 2024-12-17 · видео · 🇬🇧 английский
крутилось дней 347
охват — Facebook показывает только по Европе —
стран показа — словами Facebook —
куда ведёт · кнопка «Download» passion-book-web.web.app https://passion-book-web.web.app/reader/fb/132/the-rebirth-of-my-dead-billionaire-wife?lang=en оффер
показывается в странах 🇦🇷 AR

Continue reading ➡️

"They already killed the old me… it’s time they met the woman they created.” With a new identity and a fire for revenge, shw prepares to take back her life, her family's legacy, and everything her ex-husband stole from her. But to defeat him, she’ll need more than clever plans—she’ll need to become someone they’d never expect. Chapter 1: The Price of Trust The silk sheets whispered against Tori's skin as Damian's hands tightened around her throat, each finger a familiar brand of betrayal. Her vision blurred at the edges, but her mind remained crystalline in its clarity, cataloging every excruciating detail of this moment. The master bedroom, their sanctuary of passion for three years, now felt like a mausoleum of broken promises and shattered dreams. The moonlight filtering through the floor-to-ceiling windows cast Damian's face in sharp relief, highlighting the cruel twist of his lips – lips that had whispered endless promises of love and devotion against her skin just nights ago. His steel-gray eyes, once warm with apparent affection, now held nothing but calculated coldness, like the metallic glint of a blade before the killing stroke. "You really shouldn't have gone digging, darling," he whispered, his cultured voice at odds with the brutality of his actions. His perfectly tailored Armani suit – her anniversary gift to him last month – didn't even wrinkle as he applied more pressure. "Some doors are better left closed. You were always too curious for your own good." Tori clawed desperately at his hands, her perfectly manicured nails leaving angry red crescents in his golden skin. Her lungs screamed for air, and the familiar scent of his sandalwood cologne now suffocated her as surely as his grip. The cruel irony wasn't lost on her – these same hands that now sought to end her life had traced patterns of exquisite pleasure across her body countless times before. As darkness threatened to overwhelm her, memories of the past few hours flashed through her min

в библиотеке рекламы ↗
все объявления: рекламодатель Romance Books →