A young woman is forced into marriage with a comatose mafia don, only to reveal a hidden identity of her own. As she navigates the dangerous world of the crime family that now controls her fate, the central tension lies in what she is concealing and whether her new husband will ever wake to discover it.
brought me back from the countryside for one reason. They wanted me to marry Damien Valentino, the Don rumored to be trapped in a coma, so Isla would not have to, at the engagement banquet.
Isla swept toward me in a champagne gown and opened a black gift box herself. Blair, she said, lifting the lid. I designed your wedding dress.
She leaned in until her perfume made my stomach turn. I know what people say about you, back in that farm town, passed around, used up, no education.
But Don Valentino will not care. You will spend your life beside a man who cannot even wake up. But at least you will have a roof over your head. I lowered my eyes to the neckline. Several silver needles gleamed inside the lace, so I took out my lighter and
set the dress on fire. Lames caught the delicate fabric at once. Isla cried out and staggered back, throwing herself down beside the red carpet as if she had been attacked. Blair, I made that dress for you myself. Even if you hated it, how could you burn it? Mrs. Ashford rushed over and wrapped idly in her arms blair what is wrong with you were you trying to set your own sister on fire
i pointed at the ashes where a dozen silver needles shone through the smoke she was enough to hide needles in it i returned the favor jonathan ashford went purple with rage he raised his hand to slap me i stepped aside his swing carried him forward and his palm into the oak pillar behind me something cracked his wrist bent at a wrong angle he howled the