Because I'm Yours

BECAUSE I’M YOURS CLAIRE CONTRERAS Copyright © 2023 by Claire Contreras All rights reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced in any form or by any electronic or mechanical means, including information storage and retrieval systems, without written permission from the author, except for the use of brief quotations in a book review. Edited by: Gina Licciardi Formatted by: Champagne Formats Cover Design: Hang Le For the good girls and for the “good girls” ;) CONTENTS Foreword Prologue 1. Lenora 2. Lenora 3. Lenora 4. Lenora 5. Rocco 6. Rocco 7. Lenora 8. Rocco 9. Lenora 10. Lenora 11. Rocco 12. Lenora 13. Lenora 14. Rocco 15. Rocco 16. Lenora 17. Rocco 18. Lenora 19. Rocco 20. Lenora 21. Rocco 22. Rocco 23. Lenora 24. Lenora 25. Lenora 26. Rocco 27. Lenora 28. Rocco 29. Lenora 30. Rocco 31. Rocco 32. Lenora 33. Lenora 34. Rocco 35. Rocco 36. Lenora 37. Rocco 38. Lenora 39. Rocco 40. Lenora 41. Rocco 42. Lenora 43. Lenora 44. Rocco Epilogue Also by Claire Contreras FOREWORD Dear reader, Thank you so much for agreeing to read and review my book! It really means the world to me. What I love most about Rocco is that he’s been through more than the rest of his friends, yet he’s the least unhappy. While this book isn’t as dark as the rest in the serious, there are some scenes with graphic content and gun violence. There is no rape or cheating. Xo, Claire I hope you enjoy it as much as I did <3 PROLOGUE I don’t know why I thought seeing her in a wedding dress would be easy. But as the bridal song began to play and everyone stood in unison, waiting for her to walk down the aisle, the knife in my chest twisted a little deeper. Somehow, I kept my eyes on the groom — a wealthy nobleman. I didn’t care about his useless pretentious title or what his bank account looked like. I’d made it my business to find out everything about Adriano Salvati. He lived in his father’s shadow. He didn’t like getting his hands dirty, but they were filthy nonetheless. He threw orgies in Milan and New 1 LENORA I’d always known I’d be a young and inexperienced bride. It was what I was bred for, like a prized horse whose only job is to win races. It was why I felt such kinship with my Clydesdale. With animals, in general, but Aanya was special. She had been through everything with me – fights with my parents, tears over fake friends, and boys who wouldn’t give me the time of day because of who my father was. Saying goodbye to her was killing me. “I’ll never forget you.” I grabbed the sides of her face and pressed my forehead against hers. I didn’t bother holding back tears.