I came to Rome to escape a man who wants me dead. Marrying Gabriele Volante was supposed to save me.



He's not a monster. He's worse. Controlled. Calculated. Untouchable. A man who never loses control. Until me. And now I'm his.



This isn't love. It's an arrangement.



I follow his rules. I wear his ring. I share his bed. In return, he keeps me safe from the man who wants me dead.



Simple. Except nothing about Gabriele is simple.



Because I knew exactly what I was agreeing to. I just didn't think it would feel like this. Like something I don't want to escape.



Contains mature themes.