Highest Rank #3 2016 Broken and wasted; had turn Howell Lance Monteverde into a different him. He doesn't believe that it takes one to forget someone... Until she came... with an agreement ruled and made by his grandfather Don Alberto Monteverde. Being the first grandson he must be filial or he will be outcasted. Angered by his grandfather's intrusion, a plan was made and the subject was her. He started the game not knowing that she could play better than him. WICKED WITCH with an angelic face: that's how he describe her. But how playful fate is, he was bewitched by her charm, he lost in the game that he made... Run... was the only thing running in her mind, she won the game with a broken heart and the only option she knows to heal her broken heart was to run away from him and to forget him. Undeniably a Monteverde's blood was running through his veins. Whether she wants it or not, he's going to get her back... He's going to win again the heart of his SOLACE LOVE From the Author of: Being His Unwanted Wife and Slave of the Devil's Love I'm back with the; Solace Love

Sabrina Reed is Nathan Alden's wife, but not by his choice... EXCERPT****** "I found her like this, sir," the guard announced. Sabrina stirred at the voice, blinking groggily and rubbing her eyes to chase away the blur clouding her vision. A towering figure stepped into focus. "What are you doing out here, Sabrina?" Nathan's voice was sharp, cutting through the fog of sleep. His jaw was tight, words pressed between clenched teeth. She blinked again, brushing hair from her face as she sat up. "What are you doing out here?" he repeated-louder this time, more demanding. He stood before her in a jet-black suit and white button-up shirt, sleeves rolled just enough to expose forearms clenched across his chest. His eyebrows were drawn tight, his eyes narrowed. "I came back late last night and... the guard was gone, so... I just fell asleep," she said softly, eyes lowering under the weight of his glare. He dismissed the guard with a silent nod, then stepped closer. "Where were you last night?" he asked, voice taut with suspicion. She yawned, trying to blink herself fully awake. "I've been volunteering at the animal shelter." "Get up," he ordered, tone clipped and harsh. "You expect me to believe that? Don't animal shelters close at a decent time?" She remained seated, her legs too stiff to move. "Yes, but-" "Get up!" he barked.