Dante Moretti, my brother's best friend
I wake up in silk sheets that don't belong to me. Designer clothing in my size, which hangs in a gilded cage. And a bounty of fifteen million dollars that is exposed to me. Then he comes in - gray -up hair, a cold Russian accent. But I would recognize these storm -gray eyes everywhere. Dante Moretti. My brother's executor. Seventeen years older and absolutely taboo. "not together," he had whispered and pushed me against the library shelf. Now he offers on me as if I was a commodity Play the perfect hunter to save me from the true monsters. Every word of his lips is a lie. Every look through the room burns with truth. he came to save Marco's little sister. Instead, he claims his wife for himself. Ruins me with stolen kisses and whispered promises. to two pink lines change everything. Now I expect the child from the best friend of mybro
About Dante Moretti, my brother's best friend
I wake up in silk sheets that don't belong to me. Designer clothing in my size, which hangs in a gilded cage. And a bounty of fifteen million dollars that is exposed to me. Then he comes in - gray -up hair, a cold Russian accent. But I would recognize these storm -gray eyes everywhere. Dante Moretti. My brother's executor. Seventeen years olde...Read more