Mafia Vows

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.

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.

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.

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.