BRIELLE’S POV

There wasn’t a force more powerful in the universe than love.

At least, that was what Brielle was thinking as she watched Darius dress in front of the mirror.

Her lips watered as he flexed his muscles to remove the white shirt that hugged his body's curves.

They had both healed, and all that remained were the scars.

Though as memories converged in her head, she nearly let out a whimper.

She’d gone through a lot, and damn! Anytime she remembered the whippings, ...