⚠️ This content is rated SPG🔞🔞🔞 🔞⚠️~~~~~~ Ava Hart’s rules for surviving life: 1. Don’t mix vodka and your ex’s wedding weekend. 2. Don’t say yes to any man in a suit after 3 a.m. 3. And never, ever accidentally marry a stranger in Vegas—especially one who moans your name like a goddamn prayer. Too bad I broke all three. Now I’m waking up hungover in silk sheets with a headache, no panties, and a six-foot-something Italian god calling me Mrs. Bellini. Luca Bellini isn’t just hot. He’s trouble. Mafia-adjacent. Calm in the way men are when they know they own the room. Or the bed. Worse? He has zero interest in getting an annulment. He wants to stay married. To me. And the scariest part? A very real, very dirty part of me wants that too. This is not a love story. This is a drunken disaster wrapped in silk sheets and sin. Let’s see if I survive it.