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Total pages in book: 59
Estimated words: 56317 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 282(@200wpm)___ 225(@250wpm)___ 188(@300wpm)
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The Widow Maker (Dark Vows Duet #2)

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Isabella Starling
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English
ISBN/ ASIN:
B0994RYKM8
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He took everything from me, and he isn’t done yet. Heath used me for his own dark agenda.
Now, I’m back with the man who wants to destroy me, with no chance of breaking free.
Abused, beaten and destroyed, I’m done running. But I’ll be damned before I accept my fate. Because I’m a Ferrell, and I’ll never stop fighting.
Even if it means destroying the man who once meant everything to me.
The Widow Maker is the second and final book of the Dark Vows duet. It is not a standalone book.
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Dark Vows Duet Series by Isabella Starling
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Isabella Starling


Chapter 1

RAIN

In every fairytale, there’s a moment of despair right before the resolution.

As I’m pulled away screaming for Heath, I know this is mine.

But I don’t know if my story comes with a happy ending.

My body is slammed into the boat and the man who looks exactly like my husband sneers in my face, saying, “What a pleasant surprise.”

My heart beats faster than ever and I stare up into his dark eyes that look just like Xavier’s. But he isn’t my husband. He can’t be. If this were Xavier, he’d already be choking the life out of me. The same trace of darkness is there, though. Heath, Xavier and this man… they all have the same gaze, darkened by twisted thoughts.

“When we ransacked the home of the Serpent cartel’s leader, we certainly didn’t expect to find a prisoner like you. Did you know there’s not a person out there who knew you existed? Heath never told a soul about you.”

“I...” I struggle not to launch myself at him and claw his face. “I want to go back to Heath. Now.”

“Ah,” he smiles, as if something’s just been cleared up for him. “So you are his little captive, then, just like I thought. This will be fun.”

My eyes narrow at him and I spit out, “I’ll make sure it’s not fun at all for you. You shot Heath, you fucking bastard.”

“Relax,” he laughs. “That kid’s got nine lives. He’s like a goddamn cat.”

“What the fuck do you want?”

“Well, first, I want to know your name.”

My mind races. I still haven’t gotten over the likeness between this man and my husband. And yet he doesn’t seem to know who I am. As far as he’s concerned, I’m Heath’s secret lover. This gives me a chance, and I accept it with open arms.

“Adelina,” I mutter, using the name of my maid at Xavier’s Casa. “My name is Adelina.”

“Adelina,” he repeats, letting the name roll off his tongue. “Good, Adelina. I’ll be taking care of you until further notice.”

The boat speeds up, sending me to double over the edge and puke into the open sea. The two other men on the boat with us recoil at the sight, but the man who kidnapped me merely laughs.

I collapse on the bench in the boat and snarl, “Who the fuck are you?”

“I’m Xander,” he smirks. “And that’s all you need to know for now.”

Even his name is like Xavier’s. It can’t be a coincidence. They could be twins.

I don’t get to think about my kidnapper’s identity more. The boat is speeding so fast I’m dizzy, and my nausea knocks me back, making me groan as I try to survive the journey to wherever the fuck we’re going.

The image of Heath being shot is stuck in my head, replaying on a loop. I bite my lips nervously, knowing he’s been hurt because of me.

“Can you slow down this fucking boat?” I scream at Xander over the roar of the engine. “I’m going to be sick again!”

“No,” he smirks. “I love speed. And you, Adelina... I think it’s time you said goodnight.”

“What?” I hiss, but I don’t get to finish my thought.

One guard slams his fist into my cheek, rendering me unconscious in a split second. The darkness swallows me whole.

“Wakey, wakey.”

My eyes open slowly. The first thing I notice is the intense pain on my face. I groan, touching my palm to my burning cheek. I remember how I passed out. A bruise must be forming already where the guard hit me.

Slowly, I take in my surroundings. I’m in a spacious room with bars on the windows. Once again, I am a prisoner.

I’m lying on a plush white bed, and next to me, the man who kidnapped me is smirking at me.

“Finally,” he says with gusto. “You’re awake. I’ve been waiting for you to open those pretty eyes.”

I recoil when he reaches out for me, making me laugh.

“Relax,” he laughs. “Just a little precautionary measure.”

He clips a handcuff on my wrist and attaches the other one to the metal railing of the bed. I struggle uselessly against it, giving up soon after. There’s no use—I’m trapped, at least for now.

“Don’t want you running off. Need to keep you alive for your darling lover,” he winks at me.

There’s something about Xander that is really unnerving. Perhaps it’s the cruel look in his eyes coupled with his easy-going, comical nature. They don’t go together, and they make me feel terrified.

“Why are you attacking Heath?” I demand. “Why did you bring me here? I want answers, now.”

“And you’ll get them,” he nods with a jovial smile while my gaze roves over him. “Let’s start with Heath. I’m sure you know Heath Gunn runs the Serpent cartel. It was news to me, however, that he was the leader. I’d heard of a certain Liberato, but nothing about his silent partner in the cartel. Imagine my surprise when I realized who it was.”


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The Wife Breaker (Dark Vows Duet #1) Read Online Isabella Starling http://www.books2020.com/the-wife-breaker-dark-vows-duet-1-read-online-isabella-starling Wed, 22 Sep 2021 12:33:11 +0000 http://www.booksnovels.com/the-wife-breaker-dark-vows-duet-1-read-online-isabella-starling Categories Genre: Alpha Male, BDSM, Contemporary, Dark, Erotic, Mafia, Romance Tags Authors: Series: Dark Vows Duet Series by Isabella Starling
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Total pages in book: 58
Estimated words: 56760 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 284(@200wpm)___ 227(@250wpm)___ 189(@300wpm)
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(Dark Vows Duet #1) The Wife Breaker

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Isabella Starling
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English
ISBN/ ASIN:
B0994THFC5
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They call him The Wife Breaker, and I'm his next victim.
He's the man the rich, corrupted members of the cartel send their wives to.
The mysterious beast who breaks and molds women into the perfect meek companions for their husbands.
I'll never pledge my submission to anyone, let alone a man who prides himself on cruelly breaking others. The Wife Breaker will never make me obey.
I'd rather die than kneel for him. Until I find out who he is… and realize I once loved him.
The Wife Breaker is the first book of the Dark Vows duet. It is not a standalone book.
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Dark Vows Duet Series by Isabella Starling
Books by Author:

Isabella Starling


Prologue

HEATH

I never meant to kill her. All I wanted was to see her broken to pieces.

Every person out there has a story of hardships that broke them, and only some, a story of how they put themselves back together again.

Every person except her. Because I took that choice away from her.

Because I tampered with her strings long enough to change the course of her life. I’m the puppet master. I’m the man that dictates which path she’s going to go on with every step she takes.

Our lives have been intertwined in the darkest ways since we were both children. Promised to one another in blood, our bond was unbreakable from the moment she was born.

She was mine. Not just my wife, not just my partner.

She was a prized possession, property. Something to show off, something to treasure.

But then all of that was ripped away from me. From us.

I stare at the thick, dark stain spreading underneath me. My back is soaked in my crimson blood, my once crisp white shirt dripping with the evidence of what’s just happened.

He took her away from me.

He ripped her out of my arms and left me for dead, just like he did before.

Except this time, I don’t know whether I have it in me to fight the light that’s calling me upwards. To a safe space. A space where my parents have been waiting for years. A world with no pain and no heartbreak.

I’m tempted to let it all go. To say fuck it and leave this world broken by the way my fates were set up.

There’s someone below, a voice calling out, demanding I stay with them. But it’s not her voice, not her hands that are desperately clasped over the gaping wound in my chest, eager to stop the blood from escaping my body in thick, scarlet rivulets.

I try to breathe, but blood bubbles on my lips, threatening to choke me with its inky darkness. No oxygen enters my lungs, only more mouthfuls of the red blood that only signifies one thing - the end of my life.

“Fight for her,” the voice tells me. “Fight for your woman, don’t let this happen, don’t leave her, she’s doomed without you.”

And I think of everything that’s led up to this very moment when I’m bleeding out on the tiled floor. All the things I did to keep her tethered to me, to keep her as my toy, my possession, my trophy. Was it all worth it?

Or was it all in vain? My efforts to keep her away from the monster that tore us apart seem to have failed.

The darkness turns into light and my parents call on me to join them, their ethereal hands reaching out for me, long, inviting fingers motioning for me to leave my body here and join them in the spiritual world.

But I can’t leave this world behind just yet.

I cling on to the memory of her. My Sunshine.

Long, flowing golden hair. Eyes as blue as cornflowers. Pale skin peppered with freckles. She is so beautiful. And no longer mine.

I think of the man who took her then. The man who’s ruined my life too many times to count. He stole from me, took what was rightfully mine. I swore I’d have my revenge, but now it seems like he took that opportunity from me, letting me bleed out like a slaughtered pig while he took the only thing that matters to me anymore.

I want to call out for her, but my lips are dry and my throat is raspy as fuck. Not a single word tears itself from my cracked, parched lips as I await the help I desperately need. Shapes and colors blend into one blurry image through which I can only discern her - my beautiful captive, my prisoner, the reason I live and breathe, now ripped away from me and leaving me bare and bleeding.

It feels as if my life essence is being drained from my body. Consciousness comes and goes as my eyes fly open, then close with the heaviness of my limbs. I’m tired of this world that’s been so fucking evil to me, taking everything I ever had and more.

Maybe it’s all a dream.

Maybe my body isn’t lying on the ground, battered and broken, bleeding out.

Perhaps I’ll wake up in the warm, comfortable bed with silk sheets I paid for in blood. Perhaps I’ll be myself once again.

The tall, cruel, dominant man who in no way resembles the boy I used to be.

My childhood was knocked out of me, and I was forced into adulthood. They took away everything from me, and now here comes my ultimate test. Can I survive against the odds in a world seeped through with dark blood?

Reality fades into the background and I’m caught in a vast inky dark void where every step feels like an effort, as if I’m trying to pull my leg free from the hold of quicksand around my ankles.


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