Synopsis "I declare you both, husband and wife", the priest declared, unknowingly signing me off to my doom. I gulped as I spared my husband a glance. The cold smirk on his face almost shattered my carefully curated composure. He slowly leaned towards me, his lips brushing my ear. A shiver ran down my spine. His deep baritone—that usually did weird things to me—couldn't stop the sinking feeling in my gut when I heard his next words. "I guess you're now mine, Solnishko". ♣♣♣ An alliance is formed between the Bratva and the Cosa Nostra. A marriage contract. Sought out in desperation and signed off in blood. A forced union, forged in lies and unforeseen betrayal. Valentine Morellini, princess of the Cosa Nostra, watched all her dreams sink as she found out she was getting married. As angry and betrayed as she felt, she knew the Cosa Nostra was sinking. Her father's legacy was falling before her eyes. Attacks here and there. Mostly silent. Surgical. Too precise to be random— and too convenient to be a coincidence. ---Nikolai Vetrovski, Pakhan of the Bratva, doesn't believe in love. Or rather, in the point of it. He's going to marry the Cosa Nostra princess but he knows what he needs from it. He claims to need an heir but truly just wants to enact his revenge. He didn't come to be their savior. He came to finish what their enemy already started. His motive had been driven by a single truth— that the Cosa Nostra had destroyed everything he once loved. Now he intended to return the favor. But when vengeance is built on secrets, and loyalty hides rot beneath its surface, who truly is the enemy?