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When ruthless 30-year-old mafia boss Dmitri Volkov is given an ultimatum—produce an heir before his thirty-first birthday or lose his position at the head of the Bratva—marrying Penelope was supposed to be a business transaction. Cold. Strategic. Disposable. He never expected her quiet...

Her grandfather arranged for her to marry the eldest son of a powerful mafia clan. But after hearing all the terrifying rumors about him, she ran. She cut her hair, disguised herself as a man, and entered an all-male underground contest, thinking, "There's no way he'll ever find me here." Except for the most feared boss running the contest? Her arranged fiancé. Cassian Moretti—deadly, calculating, heir to the Moretti Mafia. The man who holds the key to the three years she can't remember. He recognizes her the moment she steps into the House of Devils. But she doesn't recognize him.

Charlotte had just undergone a mastectomy. Marriage was the last thing on her mind. But to honor her grandfather's dying wish, she agreed to marry the second grandson of New York's most powerful mafia family. It was supposed to be cold. Strategic. Loveless. Until the veil lifted at the altar—and it wasn't her fiancé standing there. It was Cassian Moretti. Her fiancé's older brother. The man she kissed once to escape danger. The man who never forgot. He'd kidnapped his own brother. Planted a bomb beneath the church. And told the priest: Marry us, or watch it burn.

Charlotte thought marrying Cassian was the price she had to pay to honor her grandfather's dying wish. What she didn't expect was a husband who mocked her scars, chained her body, and turned her vows into a prison. Until she finally had enough and left. But before she could start over, her father found her first. He had her quietly committed to a psych ward, where she was drugged, erased, and kept hidden from the world. Cassian never knew she was taken. All he knew was that she had disappeared.

I overheard my father and uncles debating which of the four rival mafia heirs I'd be arranged to marry. I didn't care—until he walked in. Dmitri Volkov. My greatest tormentor. The heir of our enemy. Now, the ruthless boss of the most feared Bratva in the city. He didn't ask. He declared, "I'll marry her." Naturally, I refused. I thought that was the end. Until an invitation arrived. Dmitri's wedding. Finally, I thought, he was moving on. I walked into the church smiling. I didn't realize I was walking straight into a trap. Straight into my own wedding.