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.
The room went silent. For the first time, I saw panic on Adrian Maretti's face. He placed the scarf on the table. It is not what you think.
I looked at the photograph. Then tell me what it is. Your enemies were still searching for you after Florence. So you had people follow me?
Protect you. From inside a locked room covered with my pictures? He had no answer. I pointed at the sketches.
Security reports do not usually include drawings of someone's hips. His jaw tightened. You should go to bed. Are you obsessed with me?
The question hit him harder than any weapon. After a long silence, he said, You are overthinking. My pictures are everywhere, my name is on that folder,
and you carried my scarf into this room. But I am overthinking? Adrian looked away. Fine.
I walked toward the door. Forget I asked. Eva! I stopped.
The photographs were not taken to hurt you. That is not the same as telling me why you wanted them. I returned to the guest room and locked the door. The next morning, Adrian was gone, but three women stood outside with garment
Miss Hale? Yes? We are from the Moretti family, Taylor. I looked at the dresses.
I did not order anything. The head tailor smiled. Your husband did.