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Adrian chuckled, smug and satisfied, as he shifted in his seat, one hand on the wheel, the other slipping between her thighs, already preparing her for the things they were going to do in the nearest luxury hotel.

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He walked away on their wedding day. Now he’ll burn the world to get her back.

"I’ll never marry you! Since you took a ring from another man, you can marry him!"

Dante Kingsley never imagined his own jealousy would cost him everything. One reckless mistake—one moment of blind rage— and he shattered the woman who was his.

For months, Anya lived under his roof, enduring his stares that turned from cold to possessive, from distant to scorching.

She was his. His woman. His possession.

But then, on their wedding day, he left her. Walked away without a glance. Broke her heart like it meant nothing.

And now, Luca Stanson—a man no one dares to touch—is claiming her instead.

"You are the girl I’ve been searching for over a decade. My first love."

Luca’s words cut like a knife, but the real agony comes when Anya walks away, choosing a life where Dante no longer exists.

Regret is a slow poison. Watching her slip through his fingers is killing him.

She was his first. She will be his last.

And if she thinks she can escape him…

She’ll learn that Dante Kingsley doesn’t chase. He takes.