Sydney's Sanctuary

Sydney's Sanctuary

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I just wanted Riven to look at me. Not as the loud, annoying friend who writes his papers, but as a girl worth chasing. Then I met him. He traded my fishnets for silk ribbons. He replaced my loud laughter with polite silence. He told me that to catch a boy, I had to become a prize-something fragile, expensive, and out of reach. It's working. Riven is finally looking. But the more I become perfect, the more I realize... I'm not doing this for Riven anymore. They say be careful what you wish for. I wished to be wanted. Now, I'm never being let go.
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Sold to Be a Yakuza Wife I am Angelie Dela Torre-the unwanted daughter of two irresponsible people who never deserved to be parents. My biological father was a gambling addict, my mother a woman who found comfort in other men. If fate hadn't intervened, my life would have been nothing but chaos and shame. But fate did intervene. I was adopted by Andres and Constancia Dela Torre, a wealthy couple who couldn't have children of their own. They gave me everything my biological parents never could-love, education, and a future. I grew up protected, refined, and far removed from the filth of my origins. By the time I became an Assistant Fashion Design Manager, my life was calm. Successful. Happy. Or so I thought. One night, everything shattered. I was kidnapped. When I woke up, I wasn't in my country anymore-I was on a ship, bound for somewhere I didn't recognize. That was when I learned the truth: my biological father had found me... and sold me. Sold me to pay off his massive gambling debt. Sold me as a bride. When I arrived in Japan, I met him-the man who would own my future. A man so devastatingly handsome he looked unreal, like a god carved from shadows and sin. Then he smiled. A slow, wicked grin that promised ruin. Because he wasn't just any man. He was Yakuza. And I was bound to marry him. From that moment on, I knew my life was no longer my own-and whatever awaited me in his world would be far darker, more dangerous, and more twisted than anything I had ever imagined.

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