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.
into the oak pillar behind me something cracked his wrist bent at a wrong angle he howled the The banquet hall froze. What else would you expect? From a girl raised in the sticks?
The Eind and Ashfords were kind enough to take her in, and this is how she repays them? A woman like that deserves to spend her life married to a comatose man. Isla lowered her face into her mother's shoulder,
but not before I caught the satisfied curve of her mouth. Then the butler stumbled into the hall, pale and breathless. Sir, the Valentino family is here. For the bride.
The laughter died. Even Jonathan forgot his broken wrist. His face went slack as everyone turned toward the windows. Beyond the manor gates, eighteen black Rolls Royces waited in a puzzled line. One door opened. A handsome man in a black suit entered the hall. Flanked by guards, someone whispered,
Is that Damien Valentino? I thought he was in a coma. The man stopped in front of me. Dr. Graves. He said, low and formal.
The motorcade is ready. Isla stopped breathing, her stare fixed on his face, naked resentment twisting her features. Then she rushed forward and blocked my way. No. You cannot take her.
I am Isla Ashford. I was the one meant to marry into the Valentino family. Mrs. Ashford recovered just as quickly. Exactly. Blair spent twenty years rotting in the countryside.