I should have kept my damn mouth shut. Now my best friend is dead, my mother’s life is hanging by a thread, and somehow, I’ve ended up in a contract marriage with the man responsible for ruining my life. Antonio Dante. I hate him. I want him to suffer. I want to wipe that stupid, arrogant smirk off his face and watch him beg me for mercy. But there’s one problem. I’m married to the bastard. And the more I learn about the man sleeping under the same roof as me, the more I realise that killing him might not be the revenge I thought it would be.