On my engagement night, I stumbled into the wrong bedroom — and woke up tangled in silk with my fiancé’s nephew.
At dawn, he twists my lost diamond anklet between his fingers, blackmailing me with my father’s death warrant to be his blade against the polished new Don.
I once thought marrying into the mafia was a bargain to save my family. Until I overheard the truth through a hidden wall: my father didn’t fail. He knew too much about the usurper’s bloody secret, and Edward buried him alive.
The obedient bride is a mask. The trembling prey is a lie.
I lean into the crippled heir’s chest for his dark power, take my ex-lover’s hand for his legal proof, and shatter my ring at the white rose altar, burying the graceful Don under his own scandals and blood debts.
When the dust settles, they corner me in the shadowed hallway.
One breathes smoke against my ear, promising we’ll fall into the abyss together.
One brushes his lips to my knuckles, whispering we’ll walk into the light side by side.
I hold the knife. I’ve won the revenge.
I just haven’t decided whose door I’ll knock on tonight.
