"Lucrezia — firstborn daughter of a Sicilian prince, two hundred and forty years ago, woke up in the body of a bride who had just been strangled.
The body was Elena, the eldest Duvall daughter, murdered on her wedding day by her own stepmother.She walked into the Marchetti house carrying her dead husband's name. Everyone said the groom, Dante, died in a car crash. She refused to leave. She stayed — as his widow.
Barefoot on broken glass. Standing on ice. By lamplight, she recognized a family seal ring that had been missing for thirty years.Step by step, she held her ground in a house that wanted her gone. Then — with a ledger and a code — she took the seat of power.And the silent bodyguard who never left her side, always three steps behind, half his face masked, is Dante himself. Alive. In hiding. Hunting the traitor inside his own family.
She doesn't know his face. He doesn't know where she came from.
Both think the other is joking.She says, ""I died once. Does that count?""He answers, ""So did I."""
