Married to the Devil Himself.

I never had a home. Or a family, for that matter. At eighteen, I walked out, leaving behind the suffocating mansion, the father who couldn't care less, and the life of lies I'd been raised in. I got a small studio in the city, sold my paintings for whatever scraps I could get. But it was mine. It was freedom. Or at least, it was until my father's greed reached out and found me. Greedy men sacrifice anyone-and everyone-if it means getting what they want. And that's how I ended up in a marriage with a cold, ruthless mafia heir.

But I didn't go through hell just to give up now. Not when I was so close to freedom. No. I was going to burn everything he built to the ground, and I'd smile while doing it. I'd tear his world apart, piece by piece, and I wouldn't care who I took down with me.

Rosario, on the other hand, never wanted much. His life was planned out for him like a well-worn map. Marry the right woman, claim the throne, produce an heir, and die. Simple. Predictable. He had everything lined up. That is, until his father started dying faster than expected. Now, Rosario needs a bride-and fast.

And then there's me.

At first, I'm just another pawn in his game. A piece to solidify his place in the blood-soaked legacy of his family. But something about me-my detachment, the quiet way I carry myself-fascinates him. He's used to women who either fall in line or go insane, but I don't react the way they expect. I don't fear him like the others.

And now, he wants me. For himself.