I married him to prevent a war, but it turns out he married me for revenge.
I’m a fixer of scandals, but when I’m caught in a deadly power grab, I end up making a deal with the devil. Okay, it’s more like the devil blackmailing me.
Marry him or trigger a war that could last generations. His proposal sounded logical, but I soon discover the extent of his deceit.
The ink is barely dry on our wedding vows when he executes his ultimate betrayal. His goal? Humiliate his bride in the worst possible way.
But he underestimates the De Lucci and Moretti blood I have running through my veins. If my dear husband wants a marriage war, I’ll give him one.
