"Let another man touch you again,” he growled, his voice a dark promise. “I’ll kill him. Then I’ll fuck you in his blood. Got it, wife?” His thrusts were brutal—each one a mark, a claim. His need to possess me suffocated me, and I hated how my body betrayed me, responding to him despite my resistance.“I’m not your wife,” I choked out, but my body shattered around him. “Keep telling yourself that, Vivian” he muttered as he walked to the bathroom, leaving me cold and broken. His words, Vivian, echoed in my mind, a reminder that he saw her, not me.Tears streamed down my face as I curled into myself, shaking. He’d taken everything—especially my name. “My name is Davina,” I whispered, the words barely audible, a fragile attempt to remind myself who I was. ~~~~~ Davina was nobody. A street thief with quick fingers, no future, and no name anyone cared to remember. Until she stole a watch from the wrong man. Dante Russo. Billionaire. Cold. Widowed.Mafia -lord. She’s accused of murder, caught in the crosshairs of a powerful enemy she can’t see. And Dante? He offers her a way out: pretend to be his dead wife. They look identical. Same face. Same voice. Same eyes,Only Davina bleeds. Cries. Loves. But Dante doesn’t want Davina. He wants a ghost, He wants to control her. Break her. Remake her in the image of the woman he lost. And Davina? She’s falling in love with a man who calls her by another woman’s name while he brands her body like his own. She was just a thief, now she's a replacement in a dead woman’s bed—trying to survive a man who can’t tell love from obsession.