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I don't make mistakes. I don't do mercy. But the moment I married the wrong sister, I made both. She was only supposed to cover a shift. Now she's wearing my ring… and carrying my twins. Aria De Luca was never meant to be mine. Her sister shook hands with hell—me—then vanished. Aria stayed. The dress fit. The lie did too. She said I do. And I let her. I gave her my name like a curse. But now I want more than her signature. I want her obedience. Her loyalty. Her moans in my ear… But nothing about Aria is convenient.

Lia They dragged me through iron gates and made me kneel. "Payment," they said. To a prince who doesn't feel. Now I carry what his fiancée never will. I was taken from the only life I knew. I was nothing more than a debt. A servant in a house built on blood and secrets. They killed my father...

The moment I tasted her, I knew one thing—she was mine. I stole her from her wedding and put a ring on her hand. But there's an ache I can't ignore—I might never have her heart. Vivienne Cole is my enemy's daughter. My perfect revenge. And now… my wife. I planned to use her as my weapon to rip her father's world apart. But marrying Vivienne wasn't supposed to feel this good. Her fire tempts me. Her defiance dares me. Her laugh makes me forget I'm a monster. I should break her. Instead, I crave her. She calls me a beast. She's right. She hates me. She should.

It's the morning of my wedding. I don't look like the ruthless mafia boss who rules the underworld. No matter how fake this marriage might seem, by the end of the day, she'll be my wife. Until…she's gone. They call me the Reaper. Feared. Ruthless. Untouchable. I don't save people. I bury them. Until she stumbled into my world.

I walked down the aisle in white—ready to marry the mafia prince. I walked out the wife of his father, the king. I trembled when the ruthless monster claimed my innocence. Now I ache for the touch I was raised to fear. They said it was for my family. For honor. For survival. That Matteo Davacalli would protect me. But he is cruel. Silent. Distant. Built like a god. Broken like a man. He looked at me like I was his salvation—a reprieve from his sins, or an escape from the love that still owns his heart.

Her brother sold her off, and now she belongs to me—she just doesn't know it yet. Ginevra Bianchi is nothing like the spoiled billionaire princess and politician's fiancée I thought she'd be. She doesn't bow, doesn't break, and that smart mouth of hers is going to get her into serious trouble—my kind of trouble. Her family owes me, and I always collect.

She has no idea who I am. But when her fingers grazed my scar, she didn't flinch at the beast beneath. She's the girl I was born to destroy—the only one who ever looked at me like I was worth saving. The woman who died for me…ten years later. Our surnames split this city for a century. Romeo and Juliet? Only we're not dying for love—we're killing for it. And our story didn't end in death. It started there. I should've stayed away. Instead, I let the devil whisper, "Don't die"—and smiled as I lit the match.

They warned me no one survives the love of a scarred prince. I touched him anyway. And now I'm dead—just like they said I'd be. For years, I believed I was alone. Then I saw him again—a boy I once knew and never forgot. He's all muscle and perfection now—body of a god, a face that could stop traffic. But the scar and those blue eyes? I'd know them in the dark. He still believed he was a monster. But I saw the pain in his eyes. And in that moment, I knew: not all monsters wear their teeth. I should've stayed away.