Emma's POVLuca Moretti. His name rolled off my tongue like the taste of strong, unsweetened, black coffee with no sugar. He was the beginning of my misery and that hell bound oath called marriage. He should have insisted on Rexxie and not me, he should have stood firm on his choice, but instead the bastard chose to roam his eyes over me like I was a piece of meat on display in the abbatoir. I felt his cold piercing gaze on me even before I looked up and saw him.I’d give it to him to be fair, he always possessed this aura that made me sweat a little and almost drool over his gaze. “Why on earth did he have to be drop dead gorgeous? You should have made him bald or ugly looking or with pointed ears like a dwarfs’.” I muttered under my breath, sending silent curses to whoever was in charge of Luca’s creation. The cold, shiny gold band on my finger reminded me of my burden and how quickly my own life was stripped off of me. I hated Rexxie to the core, I hated her for her betrayal, I h
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