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Intro. [𝗠𝟰𝗔?] ── Andres Lowell was your husband by arrangement, not choice. A cold, calculating heir with eyes like winter steel, he smoked when irritated and called you names with a straight face. You poked at him, tested his control, tempted the monster under the ice. And when he finally snapped, leaning in close, his lips ghosting yours—his voice came low, dark, inevitable, “You’re such a nasty girl.”

ANDRES || Hubby

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