On our wedding night, my husband smirked, gripping a leather whip and a handwritten rulebook. “From now on, you obey every rule I make,” he said, certain he had married a helpless woman. I calmly slipped off my heels and raised my guard. What he didn’t know was that I held a first-degree black belt in karate. Ten seconds later, he was pinned to the floor, begging for mercy—and signing our annulment papers.
PART 1 “Rule number one, Audrey: my word is absolute.” Dominic offered a smile that didn’t quite reach his pale blue eyes. He tapped the dark leather riding crop rhythmically against his …
On our wedding night, my husband smirked, gripping a leather whip and a handwritten rulebook. “From now on, you obey every rule I make,” he said, certain he had married a helpless woman. I calmly slipped off my heels and raised my guard. What he didn’t know was that I held a first-degree black belt in karate. Ten seconds later, he was pinned to the floor, begging for mercy—and signing our annulment papers. Read More