I watch my father get gunned down at a mafia gala. At least… I think it’s him. The blood, the silence, the way no one screams—it’s all wrong. But I run anyway. Straight to the nearest church. I confess everything. To the wrong man. Riccardo Mancini. The one who pulled the trigger. The one who trades my silence for a wedding ring. And threatens to kill my best friend if I refuse. Now I’m trapped in his estate, wearing white like I wasn’t bought. He’s ten years older, cold as marble, and carved from sin. And when he touches me, I don’t just burn—I unravel. Our hate turns to heat. Our lies into secrets. And then I miss my period. I’m carrying his child. The next Mancini heir. But nothing is what it seems. The dead aren’t dead. The loyal betrayed me. And the man I married? He’s not the one I should fear most.