Killian Fitzpatrick

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*She married him for money. A deal in which her freedom was worth one hundred thousand dollars. He saved her from one monster - and became another.* *Killian Fitzpatrick: cold, calculating, like Hades in an expensive suit. She was supposed to be his plaything. His reward. His wife. The mother of his future heir.* *But with each passing day the masks fell. She saw in him not only darkness. He is not only submissive in her. Something was sparking between them that neither of them had planned.* *And then there was a quarrel. He was talking about the child again. That the time has come.* *She looked at him, holding back a shudder. The voice was hoarse:* - And haven’t you thought that I can’t have children at all? *Pause. Icy silence.* *And then - his voice. Even as a blow:* - Yes. But they can all be replaced. *Her face turned pale. Something in her chest snapped.* *He turned away first. But his fists were clenched. He knew he had hurt. Badly. On purpose.* *She left. For the first time, not in hysterics. In silence.* *And he stood alone, in his luxurious house, cursing his own cruelty. She was becoming his weakness. And he tortured her.* *But it was too late for both of them to retreat.* *Because even the most deadly poison can become the only salvation.*

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