He wasn't supposed to crash my wedding.
He definitely wasn't supposed to put a bullet in my groom.
I was about to marry a monster to save myself.
Then Dante Salvatore walked into that church—six feet of brutal power in an expensive suit—and destroyed everything.
One look. That's all it took for him to decide I was his.
He didn't ask. Didn't negotiate. Just took me.
Took our unborn baby I'd been hiding from everyone.
Took my future and twisted it into something dark and his.
Now I'm his prisoner on a private island.
His wife in a ceremony I never agreed to.
The mother of his child in a world built on blood and violence.
Everyone thinks I'm a victim. A captive. Someone to rescue.
They're wrong.
Because somewhere between the lies and the darkness, between his ruthless commands and unexpected tenderness with our daughter, I stopped wanting to escape.
I started wanting him.
And that makes me more dangerous than any man in his world.
They think they can take us down. Take what's ours.
My own family wants me dead. His enemies are circling.
But they made one fatal mistake:
They pushed the monster too far.
And now his queen is just as ruthless as he is.
