She was betrothed to another. He was of blood. In the dim grandeur of the criminal world, where each promise is sealed with blood and betrayal, a single night of passion fans a forbidden desire that they can not deny. Amelia Romano, as the mafia princess, has lived her life as a piece -- beautiful, strategic, and trapped in her family’s deadly games. But then she meets Dante Moretti, the brutal heir to a rival empire, who is to raise her up as the enemy. What starts as a masked encounter turns out to be a love that is unyielding and total—a love that may undo everything that their families have built. As secrets see the light and blood debts come due, they live out a struggle that is more deadly than what is going on in the streets. Will they go against destiny and take a chance on a love that doesn’t have a future, or will their passion be the flame that destroys everything they touch?

What would you do if, to take revenge for your family's death, you were told to cradle the very child of the one that killed them? Nanny duty for a billionaire’s daughter wasn’t in my plans. I also didn’t see my father’s death coming. Revenge—that is what I live for. Not love, not guilt, not second chances. Revenge, a sharp fire that burns in the core of me. The man at the center of it all? Cassian Wolfe. Cold, distant, and very strong. Cassian Wolfe molded the world to his will and kept secrets, and I walked right into it with a smile on and a knife in the back. The mission is simple: Get up close, into that which he holds dear, and watch him as it crumbles. But nothing about this is simple. His daughter, who has these large eyes and quiet trust, which also brings to me a small degree of emotion, actually causes me to think that humanity is against the very core of me. Not the case with Cassian. He was to play the villain in my story, the one I was to ruin. Instead he is breaking down walls that I put up over years and is seeing into parts of me I did not think anyone could. And as the thought crosses my mind that I may have gone too far, things fall apart. Because he already knows. He’s known me all along. Which one prevails between love and revenge?