Ashley’s POV
The soft hum of the private jet was almost hypnotic, but my attention was fixed on the man sitting across from me.
Caden Frost.
Mafia king. My lover. My husband-to-be.
His emerald-green eyes were locked on me with that dark intensity that always made my pulse race. He was relaxed, leaning back in his seat with a glass of whiskey in hand, but I knew better. Even in moments like this, he was always aware, always in control.
Tonight was special.
He had promised me a break from all the chaos a night of luxury, just the two of us. Well, not exactly just us. There would be high-ranking mafia members, wealthy investors, and dangerous men in tailored suits. But none of them mattered.
This was our world now.
And tonight, I wasn’t just Ashley Brown. I was Ashley Frost.
I belong
