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.
One side of his mouth sang, and he collapsed onto the floor, convulsing. Mrs. Ashford threw herself over him. Jonathan! Jonathan, what is happening?
I looked down at my biological father as drool ran from the corner of his mouth. I felt nothing. Half an hour earlier, he had been ready to break my legs and throw me back to the Now, Isla's shin was shattered, and Jonathan lay on the floor from what looked like a
People liked to call it fate. I called it consequent. Damien turned to the Valentino matriarch. The old woman tightened both hands around her cane. Damien, your grandmother was only thinking of the family's reputation. He did not answer. He picked up the bracelet, fastened it back around my wrist, and asked,
Does it hurt? I shook my head. No. It did, but compared with a lifetime of standing alone, a scrape on my skin felt almost harmless.
I thought I had gotten used to it, being doubted, being abandoned, having to gather evidence before anyone would even let me speak. Then Damien asked me one simple question, and my eyes burned. So this was what it felt like when someone stood in front of you. Damien took my hand.
Let me make this clear. Blair Graves is my wife. His grip was warm and steady. Every asset in my name is shared with her. Her answers to me. me. The guests who had mocked me minutes earlier suddenly discovered their manners. One man forced
a smile. Mrs. Valentino, congratulations. I knew the moment I saw you that you were extraordinary. Another followed at once. Congratulations. You and Don Valentino are perfectly matched. I did