Dante POV
I stood outside the door listening to her crying.
The most disgusting part of it all is that I felt joy knowing I finally broke her.
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Amila POV
I could feel him listening in , listening to me crying from the other side of the door.
Damn. When did I become such a weeping willow?
Looking down at the ring , I couldn't help but notice how beautiful it was.
Too bad Dante had to force it on me.
Standing up , I walked into the bathroom. I turned on the shower and stripped my clothes off. Once inside the shower , I dropped to the tiled floor and cried some more.
As the water got colder I shut off the shower, and wrapped myself in a big fluffy towel.
Making my way to the closet , I noticed that the once empty side of the closet was filled with women's clothing.
Grabbing a simple three quarter sleeve wrap dress in hunter green. Once I put it on , I found a pair of chocolate brown strappy wedges.
If I was going to be forced into marriage , then Dante's credit card would suffer , severely.
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Old Amare
RomanceMy heart sounded like a hammer within my body. I was weak and defenseless as he held both of my hands above my head. Fuck. Two dark blue irises were staring back at me. His grip tightened on my waist , causing electric shocks to go straight to my c...
