Till Hatred Do Us Apart

She was ice. He was a knife.

The problem with knives and ice?

Eventually, one of them breaks.

Valentina Ancelotti doesn't feel.
Doesn't bend.
Doesn't break.

She buried every emotion at age seven in a room she doesn't speak about, and she has not looked back since.

Cristiano de Santos doesn't love.
Doesn't kneel.
Doesn't lose.

He was carved into a weapon before he was old enough to choose otherwise, and he has not softened since.

When their fathers sign a contract binding Italy's two most feared families together, it is the heirs who pay the price.

A marriage.
Two years.
One house.
Zero choice.

They despise each other with the kind of hatred that has heat in it.

They fight with the kind of viciousness that has electricity in it.

And somewhere between the war and the walls they've both built, something is beginning to crack.

Neither of them will admit it.

Both of them are terrified.

Two monsters.

One contract.

And a love neither of them asked for, arriving anyway like a bullet with their names on it.