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Broken honor

Angels_Breese
They called her the Princess of the City. Now, she’s just an asset to be liquidated. ​Sloane Ashford was born to rule. At twenty-two, she was the sharp-witted heiress of the Ashford empire, weeks away from taking the CEO chair and cementing her family's legacy. But in one single, glittering night, her glass throne shattered. Her father is hauled away in handcuffs, their billions vanish, and the very people who once licked Sloane’s feet are now sharpening their knives to watch her bleed. ​Enter Dante Moretti. ​At twenty-five, Dante is the ruthless king of the city’s underworld and the Ashfords' deadliest rival. He didn’t just watch Sloane fall, he orchestrated the hit. He’s bought her family’s debt, their home, and their future. ​To save her mother from the gutter and her sister from a life of misery, Sloane is forced to do the unthinkable: crawl to the man who destroyed her. But Dante doesn’t want her apologies, and he doesn’t want her money. He wants her. ​The deal is simple: Dante will pay for her family’s survival. The price? Sloane belongs to him. Every room she enters, every dress she wears, and every breath she takes is now Moretti property. He wants to conquer her; he wants to see the proud CEO-elect beg for the mercy he has no intention of giving. ​But Dante underestimated one thing—Sloane Ashford isn't just a trophy to be kept in a cage. She’s a woman with nothing left to lose and a fire that Dante isn't ready for. In a game of power, debt, and dirty secrets, the lines between hate and obsession are about to go up in flames.
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