Yara’s breath hitched as Warren loomed over her, golden eyes blazing. “You’re mine,” he growled. She clenched her fists. “I...

He expected anger, maybe indifference—but not this. Leaning back in her chair, she smirked. “You want to cancel the engagement?...

Anastasia glared at Caius. “Three hundred sixty-five days. Then we go our separate ways.” He smirked, stepping closer. “And if...