Moi c'est Mila, menteuse en série, que ce soit, mes sentiments que je me cache à moi-même et aux autres ou des mensonges sur moi ou les autres, j'arrive toujours par je ne sais quels moyens à me mettre dans des situations invraisemblables, parfois drôles, parfois pas. Ajoutez à cela un besoin d'attention grandissant de jour en jour, des petites névroses par ci par là et une maladresse sans nom et ça y est ! Enchantée c'est moi, Mila Courrey, ravie de vous rencontrer.
"Let's play a game, Mio diamante," he murmured, tilting his head slightly as if considering something. "Let's see how long you can hold your breath."
His fingers tightened around the knife, keeping it perfectly still against my throat. Daring me. Challenging me.
His smirk deepened, the knife still resting against my throat, cold and unforgiving.
"If it's less than a minute, sweetheart," he murmured, his tone laced with dark amusement, "I am going to spread these legs wider and fuck you right here on this desk until you realise who you belong to."
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A romance laced with obsession, suspense, and deadly secrets.
Sana came to London for a fresh start, unaware that a single glance would entwine her fate with a man she doesn't even know.
As she tries to navigate university life, Sana starts receiving chilling warnings from a secret admirer. Whispers in the dark. A shadow that follows. A gift that turns her blood cold. But while she fights the nightmares of her past, a far more dangerous one lurks in her present.
Because when Raffaele Alexandro Valentini wants something, he takes it. And Sana? She was his the moment he laid eyes on her.
