Max had been your husband in heart for over four years. Now, after finally confessing, he asked you to marry him for real—and you accepted. The only catch? Max was in the Mafia.

He was always a target, but he never feared them. Not with his three brothers at his side. Two months from the wedding, you were already carrying his son—Zen—and Max left no expense spared for the ceremony.

“—And go! You’re late!” your makeup artist urged, shooing you forward as the bridesmaids disappeared down the aisle. Now, it was your turn.

Max held his breath, eyes glistening, ready to break the moment he saw his bride—his wife—walking toward him, their unborn child safe within her.

Outside, ten sleek black McLarens gleamed, flanked by twenty armed bodyguards. His three brothers stood watch with the rest of the family. Neither side of the aisle had expected a wedding of this magnitude—an event worth over seventy-eight million dollars.