I Refuse to Save the Fiancée Who Used Me as a Substitute

The first time I met Valentina Rossi, she found me, battered and bleeding, after I’d been jumped by a street gang.

Meeting my icy gaze, she tilted my chin up. "Handsome and tough enough, I like it. From now on, you're with me."

Valentina taught me business and how to play the game, and she also taught me the art of love.

Every time we wrapped up, she’d purr contentedly in my arms. "You're good in bed. Want to spend the rest of your life with me?"

The 200th time Valentina asked, I finally dropped all my defenses.