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Chapter Forty Five.
The smirk on his face turns into a full-blown smile. "I'm glad you've finally come to your senses." He states, rubbing the gruff stubble on his chin.
My gaze is briefly attracted to the brown leather swiss watch strapped around his wrist. I focus on the label. Patek Philippe. I silently curse myself.
What am I doing?
Who in their right mind would agree to marry a man who wears a one hundred thousand dollar watch?
His whole outfit is worth more than my yearly salary.
However, I need him, and I do not mean sexually. Occasionally, we must choose our battles in order to win the war, and Aydem Burak is a whole goddamn war I am determined to face as long as I get to see my Sandro.
"Will there be a contract between us?"
[No.] "Hayir, kedi yavrusu." [Kitten] He shakes his head as he rubs the pad of his thumb across my slightly bruised knuckles. "This isn't some billionaire romance book." He chuckles.
My
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I slowly start to stir, groaning as I roll to my side and rub my eyes. As I pull back the curtains to my glassy, tired irises, I take in my surroundings and sit up. This isn't my room. My brows furrow as soft sob escapes between my trembling lips. All the emotions I felt before I passed out, come crashing back like a Tsunami slamming into the shoreline, eradicating everything in its path. A lone tear rolls down the side of my cheek and I violently wipe it away with the back of my hand. I am on borrowed time, I don't have the luxury to sit in this bed and cry over my son. My tears are better spilt when I have him in my arms. I throw back the sheets and exit the room, wandering down a hallway as I follow the sound of voices speaking in hushed tones. They lead me to a large door that has been left ajar; I stand next to it, attempting to maintain silence while listening to what they are saying. "Are you sure he is your so
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I observe a faint shadow cast over me as I hide my head with my hands and crush my shaking body against the tree. A growl that I am all too familiar with fills my ears and my heart sinks. [How the fuck did this bastard find us?] "Come cazzo ci ha trovato questo bastardo?" Trent grounds out through gritted teeth as he yanks me to my feet. I scream when my back collides with the tree trunk. He holds a knife to my throat, and his bruised face is only a whisper from mine. "Today we will both die, Mila. Your precious Ace is dead, you will be next and Aydem will be assassinated by the Bratva. They have been informed that the Turkish fuckers slit their princesses throat while she slept." He says grimly. Trent twists his neck to the side, looking into the distance of where he believes the bullets are soaring from. I close my eyes, wishing I were somewhere else except here. With him and with the knife's blade pressing firmly
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