The Wife He Swore To Destroy

The rain hadn't stopped all night.

Thunder shook the windows of the mansion, but inside Adrian's bedroom, the storm felt smaller than the one raging between them.

Lina stood near the fireplace, her red dress clinging to her skin, outlining every part of her feminity, eyes blazing with anger and something far more dangerous. "You don't get to protect me and punish me at the same time," she whispered.

Adrian crossed the room slowly, like a predator unsure whether he wanted to devour or surrender. "You think this is punishment?" His voice was low, rough.