I came to Rome to escape a man who wants me dead.
Marrying Gabriele Volante was supposed to save me.
He's not a monster.
He's worse.
Controlled. Calculated. Untouchable.
A man who never loses control except when it comes to what's his.
And now I'm his.
This isn't love.
It's an arrangement.
I follow his rules. I wear his ring. I share his bed.
In return, he keeps me safe from the man who wants me dead.
Simple.
Except nothing about Gabriele is simple.
Because I knew exactly what I was agreeing to.
I just didn't think it would feel like this.