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If there was anything Adonis Vivaldi thought would tame him, it definitely wasn't matters of the heart. But when he meets a certain sweet and fiesty red head, All manner of control and restraint seems to chalk out of the picture.

Fresh out of college, Yavannah Constantine moves to Italy to stay with her brother only to find herself under the sensuous and unnerving gaze of her brothers boss. She cannot explain neither can she deny her bodies reaction to this irresistible man.

A unplanned encounter causing a spark that would burn for years or would the mischievous and sly hand of fate douse what was yet to bloom.

His Saving grace

"What do you mean?" Sandro replied, confusion settling deep into his tone.

"It wasn't a coincidence," I gritted out, my fist clutching the burner phone tightly in my palm.

"Was it her?" he asked, his voice lowering until it was almost a whisper.

"Yes," I replied, stuffing the phone back into my pocket.

Fucking Felicity Vivaldi.

A few hours ago, I had sent a message to my team ordering them to find out what had happened. I also threatened to sue MR Records if they didn't provide me with an explanation.

They didn't need more instructions. They knew what I expected—answers, and soon. Yavannah's electrocution wasn't just a coincidence. Someone wanted to hurt her. And I already had a good idea who it was.

A few hours later, I got the report.

My stepmother. Of course.

Chapter 39- The Long Game