After three years of waiting for the man she loves, a woman watches him claim her sister instead. Heartbroken, she walks away and finds herself drawn into the world of a powerful mafia figure, where loyalty and desire collide.
roar of celebration erupted outside laughter and cheering rang out I listened but didn't move I I knew exactly who they'd taken. I could picture Dominic carrying Bianca through the crowd, his men shielding them as guests hurled objects
and blocked their path. Bianca would hide her face against his back, pretending to struggle. How perfect.
Moments later, my door was kicked in, their footsteps heavy and chaotic. Someone seized my arm. Hands began shoving and striking me.
This was the gauntlet. Fists began hammering my ribs with real cruel force. The pain was excruciating, but I didn't make a sound. I finally understood what my stepmother had meant by calling me tough.
Just when I thought it would never end, someone stepped in to shield me. Enough! That's the way it works. The harder we hit, the more she's worth.
What rule? This isn't your wife! If someone was beating your woman like a dog, would you just stand there and watch? He glanced back at me. Then he bent down and hoisted me onto his back.
Who is he? He's taken this ritual way too seriously. People chased after us, throwing things and blocking the way, but his grip on my legs