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.
Another followed at once. Congratulations. You and Don Valentino are perfectly matched. I did not bother looking at them. Mrs. Ashford snapped. She is a jinx from the countryside. Her mother and stepsister both had their lives ruined because of her. She will destroy your family too. The champagne tower beside her collapsed.
Hundreds of glasses crashed down, shards slicing across her face. She clutched her cheeks and screamed. The guests backed away from her as if the floor itself had become unsafe. Damien frowned.
Enough. Leon raised a hand. The guards stepped forward and removed the entire Ashford family from the venue. Damien's next order was quiet.
Package the images, the hospital records, and the Ashford evidence. Send it to the media and to federal prosecutors. No anger. No flourish.
That made it worse. When the Valentino family handled a problem, the first headline was never the end of it. Isla's voice carried from the doorway. No, you cannot do this to me. That place was mine. I was supposed to be Mrs. Valentino.
Moen answered her. When the doors closed, the wedding hall finally settled. Damien turned back to me. The severity left his face. He leaned close enough that only I could hear him.
The interruptions are over. Shall we finish the wedding, Mrs. Valentino? I looked into his eyes and thought, unexpectedly, Unexpectedly, that marrying into the mafia might not be the worst fate in the world. The ceremony resumed.
Damien walked me the rest of the way down the aisle. As we exchanged rings, he took a phone call.