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Cade shrugged off his leather jacket and draped it over my shoulders. “Then I’ll say go for it.”

He wasn’t kidding when he said I could have anything I wanted. “What if I tell you that I want the whole world to know you’re mine?”

He pondered over this, brows furrowed. “Then I’ll go get your name tattooed on my skin so everybody knows I’m yours.”

I pretended to swoon and faint in his arms. Cade laughed and burrowed me deeper into his warmth. “You like that, huh, pretty girl?”

“Yes,” I said shamelessly. “But you’re sixteen. A tattoo isn’t legal until you’re eighteen.”

He tucked the strands of my hair behind my ears. “Sometimes, rules are meant to be broken, Ella. You want me to get a tattoo, I’ll get a tattoo. I have my ways.”

Spoken like a true mob prince. “If you get one, then I get one.”

He smiled. “Deal.”

Rising on my toes, I pressed our foreheads together and murmured one last thing, “What if I tell you that I wantthis—you and me—to last forever?”

Cade Killian Remington gazed at me like I created the entire universe. “Then I’ll promise you thatthiswill last past our dying breaths until I inevitably find you again in the next lifetime, Ella.”

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You for me

Cade

The Past - 3 years ago

It was strange being in the Cordova mansion late at night, without Ella’s or my family watching over us like hawks. Waiting for us to slip up and give them an indication that we were more thanfriends. Aunt Julia and Uncle Vance would be delighted if they knew we were together. Francisco and Silvia, who pretended to like me in front of my adoptive parents, might pop a fuse if they found out their goodie two-shoes daughter was now my girlfriend.

Ella Ximena Cordova was the most beautiful thing to have graced this Earth and she was finally mine.

All. Goddamn. Mine.

I didn’t give a shit if her parents didn’t think I was good enough. I’d prove them wrong. I’d prove to the world that I deserved this incredible girl. I’d become the man she needed, treat her with the respect, care, and affection fitting for a princess.

For a long time, my bleak life was filled with a never-ending series of hardships. Following my parents’ deaths, I was certain I’d never see the light at the end of the tunnel.

Then I met Ella.

She was akin to a rainbow entering my grey skies after the longest storm.

One look from her and I was bewitched.

After our first meeting, I kept thinking of her.

How pretty she looked getting soaked in the rain while staring at me with unabashed wonderment.

After our second meeting, I started dreaming of her.

How prophetic she looked standing in her balcony wearing that white dress, as though she was the living embodiment of a blessing I’d spent years praying for to the universe.

Wherever I looked, I saw Ella. Even if she wasn’t there, my mind conjured her image. Like a shadow, she followed me everywhere. Like a beacon, she guided me towards her.

I never had such a visceral reaction to another human being. I wanted to own and possess this girl. I wanted to shield her from all harm and keep her safe in my arms. I wanted to dote on all facets of her personality and cater to all her whims. I wanted to…love and help her flourish while standing by her side through thick and thin.

Mere weeks of knowing Ella and I was madly obsessed.

Could you blame me?