Salvatore Angeline
The room fell silent the moment he walked in — Salvatore Angeline, the man who believed the world existed solely to kneel before him. Arrogant. Merciless. Untouchable. She stood near the window, hands trembling. He didn’t even look at her. “You’re late,” he said coldly. “I—I was—” “Save it.” His voice sliced through her words. “Excuses run in your family.” Her eyes dropped, pain flickering across her face. He stepped closer, invading her space with that dangerous confidence he owned like a second skin. “You’re here because your father crossed me,” he murmured, gripping her chin just hard enough to make her gasp. “You’re not my wife. You’re my revenge.” He released her like she was nothing. “No attachment. No expectations. Stay out of my way.” He smirked, cruel and mocking. “And maybe you won’t break.” We are married now and you are my wife ... so it's better that you start acting like one.
About Salvatore Angeline
The room fell silent the moment he walked in — Salvatore Angeline, the man who believed the world existed solely to kneel before him. Arrogant. Merciless. Untouchable. She stood near the window, hands trembling. He didn’t even look at her. “You’re late,” he said coldly. “I—I was—” “Save it.” His voice sliced through her words. “Excuses run i...Read more