I was a young widow, still mourning the loss of my husband, who had tragically died two years ago. Now my family expects me to fulfill a promise made so long ago, marriage to the now thirty-seven-old Mafia prince, Mario Tarintino.
Our marriage was arranged when I was born; the groom-to-be was ten. I betrayed my family when I eloped with Michael O'Brien. I was cast aside, and I was relieved. I never wanted to be a Mafia princess.
He was promised I'd be untouched; now I was damaged goods.
He was absolute perfection, arrogant, deadly, and had a nasty reputation with women.
I was twenty-seven and forced to fulfill an archaic marriage contract. Despite it all, I desired him, lusted after him, and would do anything he wanted.
He lied to me, used me, and he was unforgivable. But it didn't matter because he owned me body and soul.
*****18 and over, please. Adult content.*****