The mafia's possessive obsession

His lips didn't touch mine, but his breath did-hot and slow as he leaned in close, letting the tension burn between us.
"You tremble so pretty when you lie," he said.
My body betrayed me. He hadn't even kissed me, and still, I felt ruined.
"You think I need to fuck you to own you?" His mouth hovered by my throat. "No, Rosa. I can break you without ever lifting your dress."

The most dangerous Mafioso in the city makes me an offer.
'Be his wife.'
Dante Romano isn't the type of person who takes no for an answer. He commands with an iron fist and the world bends to his will.
When he approaches me with the offer, I have two options.
Be his wife or let my mother die and go to jail for the death of my stepfather.
I chose to save my mother.

I thought it would be simple-just wear the ring and survive.

But nothing about Dante is simple.

He looks at me and sees someone else.

His dead wife.

Now I'm trapped in his world, his home...

and worst of all, his obsession.
There's no hiding. No running. All I can do is face the nightmare that awaits me and pray i'll survive being married to Dante Romano