I was never supposed to be his bride.My father’s worst enemy just became my husband.
Papa wants to marry me off. Secure an alliance. Tame his wild daughter.I want to watch his perfect plan burn.
"If you’re going to sell me off, Papa, then make it entertaining," I smirk. "A tournament. Let them compete for my hand."
I never expected him.
Rork O’Malley.Irish mafia king. My father’s sworn enemy.Twice as dangerous. Twice my age.The man who should have never set foot in our world—let alone won me.
Now, I’m his.
Not a wife. Not a queen. A pawn in his twisted game of revenge.
"Smile for the camera, princess."He shoves a mop into my hands, lens clicking as I scrub his floors."Your father will love seeing his little girl on her knees."
Every humiliation. Every filthy punishment. Every degrading moment.Captured. Sent to my father like a twisted love letter.
I should hate him. I should fight him. I should run.
So I do.
Straight into the wilderness. Straight into death’s waiting jaws.But Rork finds me first. Bleeding. Killing. Saving me.
One night.One whispered confession.One touch that burns through my resistance.
Then my father comes for me.I’m ripped from Rork’s arms, locked back in my gilded cage.Safe. Secure. Untouchable.
Until two weeks later.Two pink lines.I’m carrying the enemy’s child.
