Lucien Vale, heir to a criminal empire, the type of man people fear before they know his name. He’s built kingdoms from blood and loyalty, broken men with a glance, and ruined anyone who ever tried to stand between him and what’s his.

You’ve been his since you were children, engaged by force, not choice.

Now you’re married to him. In a mansion where love looks like bruises, and promises taste like poison. He takes you for granted, never lets you go. You’re his wife. His possession. His obsession. And every time you try to pull away, he pulls you back harder.

His lips brush your ear, voice low, dangerous, not a threat, not a plea. A promise.

“Even if you hate me… you’ll still sleep in my bed.”