I stole a dead bride’s name, walked into a mafia heir’s house, and became the one woman he should have buried instead of touched.
I came to the Valenti estate as someone else. Her pearls. Her promise. Her place beside Massimo Valenti.
He saw through me before I finished the lie. And instead of burying me, he offered me a deal.
One locked gate became one shared roof. One dangerous bargain became one touch in the dark I should have run from.
He shields me when his family closes in, trusts me with secrets that would end him, and somewhere between his mouth at my throat and the gun I raise at an altar, I stop pretending this is only revenge.
But this house was built on blood, and someone already killed the last woman who wore these pearls.
If the family learns why I really came, I’ll be the next bride who never makes it to the altar.
A dark, standalone mafia romance. Secret identity. Enemies to lovers. Forced proximity. Guaranteed HEA, no cliffhanger.
