Marriage VS Love

I married the man who once saved me.
Shame no one told me he'd try to own me next.

Julien Smith: polished, powerful, and completely exhausting. To the world, he's the golden boy. To me? He's cold, controlling, and allergic to the word no. I owed him my life once. But not my freedom. And definitely not my heart.

Then came Matteo Bianchi. His older brother.
Yeah, I know-messy.
Rough hands, eyes like sin, and a stare that makes breathing feel optional. He's the exact opposite of Julien-real, wild, alive. Dangerous in all the right ways. And way too off-limits.

I said "I do" at the altar.
But my heart didn't get the memo.
Now I'm stuck in a designer cage with a man who thinks love is a contract... while stealing glances at the one man I should never want.
Oops.

What started with stolen looks turned into whispered nights.

What began as loyalty? Now tastes a lot like betrayal.

Because marriage was the promise. Love is the betrayal.

Two brothers. One woman.
A marriage on paper. A love that breaks all the rules.
And zero chance of walking away clean.