They say Dante Ricci was born without a heart. He rules the Italian underworld from the shadows of Milan — cold, untouchable, and absolute. His enemies disappear quietly. His allies obey without question. And every woman who has ever tried to get close to him has walked away with nothing but the memory of dark eyes that looked through them like glass. He is the devil of the underworld. And fate chose her for him. Aria Leone has never bowed to anyone. Stubborn, sharp tongued, and fiercely independent, she has built her life with her own two hands — working, surviving, asking nothing from nobody. She is not impressed by power. She is not moved by money. And she is absolutely, completely, dangerously unafraid of Dante Ricci. That is the first thing that stops him cold. The second is that he cannot stop thinking about it.

Everyone in my money-driven family calls me 'talentless', which I don't really blame them for. What other name would fit a 24yr old lady who still stammers through her words and has nothing going on in her existence except crocheting?I'm Seraphina Redd, and my family owns Redd Holdings—the surest real estate company in New York.My family century-long tradition ensures that everyone must be useful. You must have something going on to make money for the family. That's the only way to prove you're worthy of love.My brilliant older sister makes money for our family business as the CFO of the company, and my genius younger sister owns the largest fashion brand in New York.But me? I can only handle the crocheting needle, but my crochets are always left in my wardrobe.People call my works ugly.I'm the stale member of the family with no profitable talent, the outcast who's only good at eating their food like they say. I'm the pushover with no desirable dress sense.I thought a change finally came when my ultimate crush proposed marriage, so I leapt on it.Dean St. Graves is from the weirdest dangerous family in the country—The St. Graves. I've had an unhealthy crush on him for years.Dean owns the largest Investment Empire in NYC, my parents needed his investment on a new project, so when he proposed marriage, they were eager to throw me off to him.Coincidentally, Dean's twin brother—a newly ordained Priest who just graduated seminary school, officiated our church wedding.Tobias St. Graves.The one with the resting bitch face, blade-like jaws, apple chin, and deep blue eyes that strip souls naked.He led the vows for us at the altar.But what I imagined would be a lifelong blissful conjugation between Dean and I, turned out to be a nightmare I wanted to end.Our marriage was my ultimate signature to hell.And in the process of trying to end my nightmarish marriage, I unintentionally—or intentionally, got entangled with the dark Priest.My husband's brother.-----