{"id":264827,"date":"2026-07-15T02:28:39","date_gmt":"2026-07-14T23:28:39","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/1kitap1.com\/en\/king-of-revenge-english-willow-york\/"},"modified":"2026-07-15T02:28:39","modified_gmt":"2026-07-14T23:28:39","slug":"king-of-revenge-english-willow-york","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/1kitap1.com\/en\/king-of-revenge-english-willow-york\/","title":{"rendered":"King Of Revenge English – Willow York"},"content":{"rendered":"
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His expression doesn\u2019t change, but I catch the subtle softening around his mouth, the faint crease at the corner of his eye. \u201cIt sounds\u2026\u201d He hesitates, almost like he\u2019s searching for the right word. \u201cSafe.\u201d \u201cIt was,\u201d I admit, a little wistful now. \u201cFor a long time. I thought that\u2019s what life would always be like. Simple. Predictable. Then\u2026\u201d I trail off, shaking my head as memories of Spain creep in like unwelcome shadows. Matteo. I don\u2019t need to finish the sentence.<\/p>\n

Lucien doesn\u2019t push. \u201cYou still talk to them?\u201d he asks after a beat, surprising me. \u201cEvery Sunday,\u201d I say. \u201cMom calls. Dad pretends he\u2019s not listening in the background, but I can hear him. My sister emails me pictures of my niece every week.\u201d A laugh slips out despite the ache in my chest. \u201cShe\u2019s four now. Wild curls, attitude for days.\u201d<\/p>\n

His mouth curves faintly, the closest I\u2019ve seen him come to a smile tonight. \u201cSounds like she takes after you.\u201d Heat creeps into my cheeks, and I roll my eyes, trying to hide it. \u201cI don\u2019t have attitude.\u201d \u201cYou do,\u201d he says, flipping the steaks with an ease that borders on smug.<\/p>\n

\u201cYou just hide it better than most.\u201d I stare at him, caught off guard by the unexpected teasing. \u201cSays the man who scowls for a living.\u201d That earns me the faintest huff of amusement, almost a laugh but not quite. It\u2019s there and gone in a heartbeat, like a ghost. The silence that follows isn\u2019t uncomfortable. It\u2019s\u2026 companionable. There\u2019s an ease here I haven\u2019t felt around anyone in a long time.<\/p>\n

We\u2019re two very different people, from very different worlds, and yet \u2014 somehow \u2014 we both ended up here, sitting across from each other in his sleek kitchen, bound by bruises neither of us asked for.<\/p>\n

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Vows of Blood, Book 1 Copyright \u00a9 2025 by Willow York Cover Art by Wicked Smart Designs Editor Grace Bradley Editing, LLC This book is a work of fiction. The names, characters, places, and incidents are products of the writer\u2019s imagination or have been used fictitiously and are not to be construed as real. Any resemblance to persons, living or dead, actual events, locales or organizations is entirely coincidental. All rights reserved. Without limiting the rights under copyright reserved above, no part of this publication may be reproduced, stored in or introduced into a database and retrieval system or transmitted in any form or any means (electronic, mechanical, photocopying, recording or otherwise) without the prior written permission of both the owner of copyright and the above publishers.<\/p>\n

OceanofPDF.com ONE BRIAR I only want a job. A paycheck. A clean slate. After the mess I\u2019ve had to crawl out of \u2014 a cheating, cruel ex- husband, a divorce that strips me bare, and a life I barely escape \u2014 I\u2019m done with chaos. I want simple. Predictable. Safe. Which is exactly why I shouldn\u2019t be standing in the sleek, glass- walled offices of Moretti Global, palms sweating like I\u2019m about to step into the lair of a predator, one hundred and ten floors above the Manhattan skyline.<\/p>\n

I shouldn\u2019t feel like this. While I know he\u2019s going to be handsome, his images online tell me that much\u2026 Okay, the guy is drop-dead gorgeous and far younger than I think he\u2019d be. I don\u2019t know why I have this image in my mind. When my cousin, who scores me this interview, tells me about her CEO, I imagine some old, hard-ass New Yorker who doesn\u2019t take shit from anyone. I\u2019m not expecting this god. Hells bells\u2026 \u201cMiss Locke?\u201d<\/p>\n

The receptionist \u2014 perfect bun, perfect teeth \u2014 gestures me through the double doors that look like they belong on the set of some billionaire drama I shouldn\u2019t be auditioning for. \u201cMr. Moretti, your eleven o\u2019clock is here.\u201d My stomach knots. I smooth a hand down my cheap blazer like it\u2019ll hide the fact I buy off clearance racks, inhale deeply, and enter his office.<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n

This is a short excerpt from the opening of “” by Unknown, quoted for review and introduction purposes. All rights belong to the copyright holders.<\/em><\/p>\n

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