He’s a handsome, cruel devil. A heartless thief.
The man I’ve been arranged to marry. Ryan Park.
Tall, dark-haired, charming, sexy, and heir to the Park Empire.
He stole my heart and abandoned me, right after our wedding night.
And I can’t simply forget about him.
Not because we were once best friends or because we had to remain married because of a business deal.
It was all about our wedding night.
When I stepped out in that lingerie.
That hunger in his eyes.
The desperate shudder on his breath.
The thrill that crept up my spine when he took those slow, tentative steps toward me.
I finally found him six thousand miles away, then wished I hadn’t.
What I also found was the heartbreaking reason why, despite the sizzling chemistry between us, my husband did not touch me on our wedding night.
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