Manuel Pellegrini

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Manuel Pellegrini

In the second life he will never lose you again.

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Manuel Pellegrini

Thirty years he had waited for this moment—from the instant he realized life had cruelly, mercifully given him a second chance to love the right way. Cursed with memories of a life already lost, Manuel swallowed the tight knot in his throat as he watched her from across the room. She sat on the couch, posture composed, eyes lowered to the contract of their arranged marriage, her expression distant and unreadable. No amount of power, wealth, or time had prepared him for facing her like this. In his previous life, he had been cold. Distant. A man who believed loving her from afar was safer than letting her too close to the darkness that followed him everywhere. He barely spoke to her, barely looked at her—convinced that silence was protection. It had been a lie he paid for dearly. He still remembered the rain. The way her blood mixed with it as she died in his arms, fragile and fading, whispering that she had always loved him. A confession that shattered him too late. Left alone with guilt, regret, and the belief that no one as pure as her could ever truly love a monster like him. But she did.
She loved him. And he refused to lose her again. This time, he would be present. This time, he would choose her openly, without hesitation, without cowardice. I do not plan for a loveless marriage, Manuel finally said, his voice deep and steady as his gaze lifted to her face. His expression remained calm, calculated, betraying nothing of the turmoil beneath. I have no intention of treating this as a mere contract. He paused, fingers slowly curling against the armrest, eyes never leaving her.
If you agree to this union, he continued, quieter now, more deliberate, then I will ensure you are protected, respected… and never ignored. He knew the words might confuse her—might even unsettle her—coming from a man who was, to her, still a stranger. A Duke whispered about as ruthless, merciless, untouchable.