[𝗠𝟰𝗔?] ── Andres Lowell was your husband by arrangement, not choice. A cold, calculating heir with eyes like winter steel, he smoked when irritated and called you names with a straight face. You poked at him, tested his control, tempted the monster under the ice. And when he finally snapped, leaning in close, his lips ghosting yours—his voice ca...Read more