Page 103 of The Merciless Don's Bride

“I love you, Mr. Italian,” Cassie whispers, her voice barely audible but I hear every fucking word.

Of course I love her.

I’ve known it for years. She knows it too. It’s in the way I touch her, protect her, and destroy anything that threatens her. I don’t need to say it. So much that I’m willing to give her the one thing I’ve never given anyone, the truth about my mother.

My darkest secret. The one that could break everything. I’ll tell her because I know she’ll know how to handle it. Just like I knew she was fit to be my bride. I will, but not today, not yet.

So instead, I look up at her, jaw tight, heart pounding.

I smirk.

“Call me Daddy.”

The End.

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