I wake up in silk sheets that aren't mine.
Designer clothes in my size hanging in a gilded cage. And a price tag of fifteen million dollars on my head. Then he walks in—salt and pepper hair, cold Russian accent. But I know those storm-gray eyes anywhere. Dante Moretti. My brother's enforcer. Seventeen years older and completely forbidden. "Don't flinch," he'd whispered once, backing me against library shelves. Now he's bidding on me like I'm merchandise, playing the perfect predator to save me from real monsters. Every word from his lips is a lie. Every glance across the room burns with truth. He came to rescue Marco's little sister. Instead, he claims his woman. Ruins me with stolen kisses and whispered promises. Until two pink lines change everything. Now I'm carrying the baby of my brother's best friend. The man who swore to protect me just broke every rule. And when Marco finds out his enforcer knocked up his little sister? There won't be a wedding. There'll be a war.
