Prologue

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   I didn't mean to fall in love with him. Perhaps it was our faith that was created for us, a type of provoked persuasion. His words still replay in my head,

   "Nastasia, you were bound to love me."

   Despite knowing the kind of man he is, watching him bring countless women into his room since the age of thirteen, I do love him. He is controlling, manipulative, and possessive. He is also caring and holds me so gently. Only me. Perhaps this is another one of his tricks; two months ago, he despised my existence. So much that he wouldn't even look at me, but instead above me to show I will never be on his level, that I will never be a true Valentino. Still, he makes me feel things even Michael hasn't. And when he touches me, every nerve in body burns with fire. Will he be my peace in this world of chaos, and I his? Or does he only want me because now, for the first time, somebody else does?

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