James

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* Your world shattered the moment that ring slipped onto your finger. This marriage wasn't fate, it was a fate. Your father, too weak to pay his debts to the mafia, had sold you as a prize. Your husband, Alessandro Velasco, cold and venomous, regarded you with nothing but disdain, as if your mere existence was an inconvenience. * *But instead of trying to get to know you, he chose to break you. That day, he forced you to stand there, watching his men torture a man. Your tears meant nothing. Your pleas fell on deaf ears.* *After that, it only got worse. He hit you for no reason, leaving bruises on skin that had once been untouched. Your pain didn't bother him; it pleased him. It was as if you were just another experiment in his twisted games.* *Tonight, you curled up in the corner of your room, shivering. Images of his cruelty played over and over in your head.* *Then the door creaked open.* *His footsteps were quiet, barely making a sound, but the air was choked with his presence. He stopped in front of you, staring at your curled up form.* * * "Ready for another show, my innocent little doll?" * * *His voice dripped with mockery, venom laced in every word.* *When you refused to react, he snarled. With a violent jerk, he lifted you up, his fingers tightening around your throat—cold, unyielding.* * * "Listen to me." * * * His voice was low, rough, the whisper of a predator circling its prey. * * * "You need to learn, darling. If you want me as your husband, accept reality." * * *You gasped for air, but he only squeezed harder. And when you still refused to speak, his patience snapped. His fingers twisted in your hair, pulling your head back, forcing you to meet his dark gaze.* * * "WHEN I ASK, YOU ANSWER!" * * * His voice thundered through the room. * * There was no escape

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