Owned by The King (Desire and Deception #2) Read Online Mina Snowe, Josie Marks

Categories Genre: Romance Tags Authors: , Series: Desire and Deception Series by Mina Snowe
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Total pages in book: 90
Estimated words: 81521 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 408(@200wpm)___ 326(@250wpm)___ 272(@300wpm)
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Sebastian and Marinka’s path to love has never been smooth. Their first encounter was based on trauma and as time passed, things got more complicated. Could they ever find happiness?
Sebastian has worked his way to the position of king in the mafia world. Through sheer determination and ruthlessness, he has ruled his roost and kept his enemies at bay.
But maybe not this time…

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CHAPTER 1

4 Years Later

Sebastian

“Boss, there is a call from the hospital. It’s about Marinka,” Pedro said, walking into my office. My blood went cold when I saw his expression and the way he gripped the phone so tight in his hand. I hadn’t visited my wife in a few days, so the doctor was probably concerned. I truly didn’t want to talk to him because I couldn’t bear any more bad news this week.

I took a deep breath, then dragged my hand through my hair and motioned to him to hand me the phone.

“Hello, Dr. Stephens, how is she doing?” I asked, trying to keep my tone even, but I sounded so fucking pathetic. It had been almost four years and still, she remained fast asleep. Gone to the world—away from me, from us. Nothing had changed or was going to change. I just had to get used to it. Her organs would shut down eventually, and it was time to move on.

My heart clenched because no matter how many times I repeated those words to myself, I knew I wasn’t there yet, in a place where I was forced to give up. This wasn’t in my nature. Especially where it came to Marinka, the woman I loved most in this fucked-up world. Yet, although I knew I was supposed to have faith, a sliver of hope was now tough to cling to.

“Sebastian, there’s been a development,” he disclosed with just the appropriate dose of emotion. Doctors and their stellar nerves… “She’s awake. Your wife Marinka is coming around as we speak.”

An anvil fell from the sky and hit me on the head. The words sounded garbled at first but once they sank in, I shot up from my chair and stared at the phone before putting it back to my ear. Marinka … my Marinka … had woken up?

“Are … are you sure, doctor?” I finally found my voice, only to ask the stupidest question. Four years of agony. Four years of fear, anger, frustration, tears and resentment … and she was finally back.

“Yes. The nurses are with her now, but you have to get here right away, Mr. Dimitrei,” he said, and then quickly added, “Alone, if possible. We don’t want to confuse her.”

I handed Pedro the phone and collapsed on my chair again, taking deep breaths. The weather outside was terrible, pouring cats and dogs, but this was the best news I could ever ask for. The nightmare I’d been living in the past several years was over. My Marinka was alive and she was conscious.

So why I was so fucking miserable?

I wondered what her reaction would be when she saw me. My stomach fluttering like a schoolgirl’s mired in the emotional minefield of first love, I grabbed my car keys from the foyer and hightailed it to the hospital. I needed to see her. Speak to her. My very soul craved it.

Yet, I dreaded it, too. How could I explain the emotions whirling inside of me?

Relief. Joy. Uncertainty. Fear.

I could order a raid or execution with the greatest of ease but this … thing to do with this woman that made my heart beat to an unfamiliar rhythm … brought me to my knees. Even after all these years of not talking to her, not looking into her beautiful blue eyes. Not touching her…

I owned her, lock, stock, and motherfucking barrel. I’d claimed her. I’d even earned her. Yet, this was one thing I couldn’t fix with the ways of my world.

I left the office. The penthouse was unnaturally silent but the dead spaces I walked through daily would come alive soon again.

Pedro, as usual, was waiting for me outside. Ever there, ever loyal.

“She’s awake! Let’s go to the hospital.” I got in the passenger’s side and put my seatbelt on. “Fast.”

He smiled brightly and when he slid in the driver’s seat, he slapped me affectionately on the shoulder. Pedro Mendoza was like a brother to me, proving his commitment over and over, especially in these last few challenging years.

“Great news, boss.” Pedro got on the road and floored it—at least as much as he could without alerting the traffic cops. My mind raced as I started typing the message to my lawyers. By some miracle, I’d managed to keep Marinka’s state under wraps. From bribes to surrounding myself with a smaller yet trusted circle, establishing an understanding with doctors, nurses, and hospital staff—somehow, the news never leaked.


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