A woman accepts $100K from her boyfriend for surgery, only to be drawn into a dangerous mystery when a secret admirer with mafia ties starts sending her messages. Torn between her relationship and the shadowy stranger's pull, she must uncover who is watching her and why before the truth catches up with her.
one else existed. Every other man in the room either shared his blood or answered to him, and not one of them dared hold his stare. He held my gaze a beat, then looked away like I'd caught him, drained his glass in one go, smile a little. My heart was hammering. Could it be No way. Not Sorin Valentini. My boyfriend's father? The don of the whole Valentini
That was crazy. That wasn't drama. That was a death wish. I'd seen him sit through an entire family dinner without speaking to a single person. Every time our eyes met across the He'd give me a polite smile and a nod, the kind that meant nothing. The man used words like they cost him money.
Forget liking me. The man wouldn't even bother remembering my name. Sienna, are you listening? I'm talking to you!
Nico waved his hand in my face. I snapped back. You don't think I look good tonight? Let me explain.
My boyfriend had a phobia of large breasts, loose consciousness level phobia. Even more ridiculous, he knew about this condition and still chased me for months. His ideal type was more of a runway model. Slim waist, long legs, flat chest
Nico came back from the bathroom and brought up the surgery again Before I could tell him to go fuck himself, my phone buzzed Your body is perfect Nico is blind
Don't get the surgery My heart skipped It was him I bit my lip, drained my champagne and texted back