{"strong"=>["Years ago, Cesare's pride had been wounded."]} Now Sorcha Whittaker's company needed his expertise—he would bed her, and then dump her…all for revenge! Sorcha was still the sexiest woman he'd ever known. Their passion was incredible, be it in the boardroom, his office, the bedroom. The hard part now was walking away…
‘I love you, Sorcha,’ Cesare whispered, just before the priest began to speak. And Sorcha was glad this wasn’t a fairytale, because it would now be ending. Instead of just beginning.