Sweet Revenge ~

Sweet Revenge ~

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I looked behind, he is a little far. I removed my heels while running and threw at him. The heels came flying towards him, and instead of ducking or dodging, he stood still and caught them effortlessly. "Temper, Mia Cara." His voice was mocking, but there was an edge of warning to it. "That won't make me any kinder when I catch you." I'm tired, too tired. I can barely walk now, but I'm still running. He could sense my flagging energy as he was walking with a lazy grace now, stalking down the alley, knowing I couldn't go much further. "Are you giving up?" Hell no. I tried to run faster. I looked down at my bleeding feet. Run. Run. Run.
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I have two rules for surviving college, Stay out of his way. Don't let him see you. But Massimo Bianchi doesn't follow rules-he makes them. The heir to the Bianchi Empire, a man with a dark past and a reputation that chills the blood, Massimo doesn't play nice. And for some reason, he's decided I'm his favourite game. He's ruthless, arrogant, and impossible to ignore, even if I try. I should stay away. I should hate him. But the more I try to escape him, the deeper he pulls me into his dangerous world. The more I hate him, the more he seduces me with his cold smile, his calculating gaze, and his twisted games. I'm not supposed to want him. I'm supposed to keep my distance, keep my secrets, keep my heart locked away. But when the devil himself comes knocking, there's no escape. Not from him. Not from the desire that burns through my every nerve. And the worst part? I think he knows it.

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