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I stalked her for six months before I bought her to be my forced, pregnant bride.
I'm the most dangerous man in Los Angeles. I built my empire on violence and blood. I never wanted anything I couldn't have. Especially the forbidden sister of my greatest enemy.
But one look at her, and I was hooked.
Dark hair. Pale blue eyes. A woman who tends gardens and teaches children and laughs in bookshops like the world isn't full of men like me.
She was untouchable and utterly forbidden.
I stalked her anyway.
When her enemies took her, I didn't hesitate. I paid a million dollars, walked her out of a crumbling estate, and told myself I was solving a strategic problem.
That was a lie.
Now she's my wife. Furious, fierce, holding a divorce plan she thinks I don't know about. She tends the garden of a house she insists she's not staying in. She starts the coffee before I come downstairs.
She is the most stubborn woman I have ever met.
She is everything.
When she gets pregnant, I stop pretending this was ever about strategy.
It was always about her.
She thinks she married a man who wanted an alliance.
What she doesn't know yet:
I would fight a hundred men in the dark just to be the voice on the other side of a door she's waiting to open.
She's not my strategy.
She's the only thing I've ever wanted that I actually get to keep.
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