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I can redeem myself for the sins of my past life.

I’ll never understand why Anastacia did what she did. There was never anything between us. Never an inkling of her feelings. But apparently her obsession ran deep. Her private journals were a portal into a young woman crazed by a fixation for me.

Overwhelmed by her emotions, she took her own life in her cell. When I heard, I felt gutted for her. The old me would want revenge on her for trying to destroy the one thing in the world that mattered to me. But the new me is able to find it in his heart to forgive her.

I’m trying to be a better man.

I want to be.

My wife slips her hand into mine. “Something on your mind?”

I take in her green eyes and sun-kissed face.

“Only how good my life is.”

“Well, it’s about to get real good.” She grins wickedly as she leans closer and whispers, “These two munchkins are due for their afternoon nap, and I’m feeling needy for my husband. What do you say we get these kids home and you and I get naked?”

“I say we better start walking faster.”

She grins, and despite her big belly, starts to run ahead, chasing our son who runs along the sandy shore.

I smile after them.

I’ve never been so happy in my fucking life.

My name is Sandro.

It’s a fucking pleasure to meet you.

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The Unwanted Crown

K E Osborn

Prologue

Savanah

“Savanah Del Rey, I’m not done talking to you!” My father slams his closed fist down on the table so forcefully, the vase with the daisies I picked for Mom rattles, then tips over. Water pools over the crisp white tablecloth, spilling onto the perfect tiles of my childhood home.

But nothing about this home is perfect.

Nothing about coming back here is perfect.

In fact, being back here is like living in a continual fucking hell loop with my father playing the lead role as Lucifer himself.

“You can’t make me, Dad. I’m twenty-seven. This is modern-day, not the freaking middle ages. You can’t just go around arranging marriages. That’s not how things are done in this day and age.”

The vein in my father’s neck pulsates so furiously, I’m worried—if only for a second—it might rupture.

“Savanah, this isn’t up for discussion. I told you before you up and left with Jovie for that ridiculous biker clubhouse that you need to face up to your familial duties! You need to get that wild child streak out of your system, because now it’s time to settle down and do what’s needed for your family. Princess… I love you, but why are you making this so damn hard?”

I let out a frustrated groan, running my fingers through my short, brown hair. “How many times have I told you not to call me your princess, Dad? You don’t call Christian your little prince now, do you?”

Dad scoffs. “He’s thirty years old, Savanah. Why would I call your brother that?”

“Exactly! You wouldn’t. So, don’t call me princess. I understand I’m your first-born daughter, but Dad… you gotta let go of this tight grip you have on me. Why do you think I ran away with Jovie to the Houston Defiance clubhouse? I needed to spread my wings, be free of all…” I wave my hand around dramatically, “… this!”

He folds his arms over his broad chest defiantly. His gray hair sits short on his head, his face seeming paler as the days go by. “Hunter McHale is a good man, Savanah. You ran away to Houston before you even got a chance to meet him. Marrying him wouldn’t be so bad.”

Leaning over, I pick up the daisies, putting them back in their vase, then take a deep, centering breath, trying to calm this conversation down. “How can I marry someone I haven’t even met? Someone I don’t love, Daddy?”

His weathered face softens if only for a moment, weakened at my words. “Savanah, I would do anything for you. I’d fall on my sword for you. This is why I need you to marry Hunter… it’s for your own good.”

Rolling my eyes, I huff. “Marrying Hunter is all

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