This wasn’t a honeymoon. It was a hostage situation in silk sheets.

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Lily's PoV

“Mmm... I've been dying to feel your mouth on me again." The words slipped out with a sigh I couldn’t hold back.

After Alex walked out of our wedding, Mr. Daniel ushered me past the cameras and ravenous reporters. I barely registered the flashes or the shouting. My head was spinning too fast to register anything.

He led me to a sleek black Mercedes waiting behind the church. No time for goodbyes—just a slam of the door and we were gone.

The driver, Mark, an older man with kind eyes, introduced himself briefly. Then he...