I was traded to a monster before I learned how to run. I climbed high enough that falling felt like mercy— until his voice cut through the dark. Now the man who saved me is the one standing at my grave. Matteo Davacalli found me on the rooftop the moment I realized escape had only one direction. I stood where one step would have ended everything, choking on a future I never chose. “You don’t belong to him,” he said quietly. “Not for long.” I knew touching him would cost me everything. Not touching him cost more. Every glance was a line crossed. Every breath between us tightened his hold— and Matteo Davacalli does not touch what he isn’t prepared to keep. But the life growing inside me turned desire into a death sentence. I thought the truth would push him away. Instead, he stepped closer—and the rest of the world learned to step back. They learned I was his now. But lies like that wake monsters, and the man I ran from doesn’t forgive theft. He rewrites the truth until the world believes I’m gone You can check it out on Amazon☺️ https://a.co/d/eOJEBZo

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