Cast out and despised by her own family, a young woman finds herself drawn into the dangerous world of a powerful mafia don — and into a secret marriage that could destroy them both. As she navigates loyalty, betrayal, and forbidden desire, she must decide how far she'll go to reclaim her place and protect the man she was never supposed to love.
I walked toward the nearest wall. What is this? There were sketches beneath the photographs. My eyes, my hands, the parts of myself I had spent years trying to erase.
Someone had drawn them like they were worth worshipping. I stared at everything. My mind went blank. This was impossible.
Adrian Moretti. The man who barely looked at women. The man who acted like I was just a contract wife. Had been keeping photos of me?
I walked directly into the hidden room. He was sitting at his desk, holding my scarf, like it was something precious. The cold Don Moretti disappeared. In front of me was a man who looked completely obsessed.
He pressed the scarf close, then whispered, You came back. You have no idea how long I waited. My heart stopped, waited, for me?
I took a step backward. My heel caught the edge of the rug. Whoops! I fell straight toward him.
The force pushed him back into the chair, and I landed against his chest. The blue scarf was trapped between our bodies. For one second, neither of us moved. Then Adrian's expression changed.
The warmth disappeared. The cold Don Moretti returned. What are you doing in my private room? His voice was calm again.
As if I were the one hiding something. I looked down at the scarf still wrapped around his hand. What are you doing with my scarf?