Her Sinful Pleasure

Her Sinful Pleasure

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She never thought she deserved love-the way it seemed to stray away from her. Never thought she was worth protecting or saving, convinced she was marked for a life of mistreatment and quiet suffering. But he filled the self deprecating hole in her heart like a sunrise spilling over the edge of the earth, leaking out warmth and goodness the way it did-both men were beacons of peace in her world of darkness. Soft where the world had been cruel. Protective in the way she had never received. With every stroke, every reaffirmation of the tongue, they'd slowly began to rewrite the story she'd constructed in her own mental confinements...Maybe she wasn't so as unlovable as she'd convinced herself to believe.
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- She never expected her life to turn this way. A woman devoted to saving lives, a doctor who had sacrificed sleep, sanity, and sometimes even her own happiness, just to keep her patients alive. Every day was a battle against death itself-and often, she lost. Each failure left scars no one could see. And then came Chase. A man draped in darkness, a mafia whose hands were stained with blood. He was everything she despised-ruthless, merciless, a predator in a world where she had vowed to be a healer. Falling in love with someone like him was the last thing she ever wanted. Yet the heart is a traitor. Against her will, against her reason, it beat faster whenever he was near. But fate played cruel games. For the very patients she fought desperately to save, the bodies brought in broken and bleeding... were victims of the very man she loved. His bullets created the wounds she stitched, his violence the cause of the shadows beneath her tired eyes. She asked herself a thousand times- How could she love a monster? And yet, every time she looked at him, she found the answer buried in the silence between them: Because sometimes, the heart chooses even when the soul refuses.

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