A woman is forced into marriage with a comatose mafia don, only to reveal a secret of her own that changes everything. As she navigates the dangerous world of the crime family, the central tension lies in what she's hiding and whether her new husband will ever wake to uncover it.
crossed the floor. The originals. Everyone. The guests leaned toward the screen. There it was. The same red birthmark. The room turned on Isla in seconds. Jonathan stumbled back, tripped, and lost his grip on the candlestick. Blew out of his hand and smashed into Isla's The bone cracked. The screamer. This has nothing to do with me. She paid me to act.
The kid is from an illegal rental ring. The matriarch shook with anger. Isla was half half mad with pain, but she still spat. Damien is comatose. Blair deserves nothing better
than a lifetime beside a corpse. A deep male voice came from the entrance. You seem to have strong opinions about me,
Miss Ashford. The hall went still. A tall man stepped into the light. Black shirt, silver-gray tie pin, a face cut sharp enough to make the room
forget how to breathe for three seconds. No one made a sound. Then someone choked out. Damien! Valentino?
He is walking? I thought he was in a coma. I looked at the man beside me, and despite myself, my pulse stumbled. He was nothing like the frail, bedridden Dawn from the rumors.
The guards parted for him. Even the Valentino matriarch changed the moment she saw him. Not really fear. If Leon was handsome, Damien was dangerous.
The air seemed to tighten around him. Isla stared at him, her broken leg forgotten for one stunned moment.