Giovanni had been out of your life for years, living in Italy, far from your world. You thought he had forgotten, that he had moved on. But the moment he heard about your upcoming wedding, he came back.

Within hours of his arrival, he discovered your fiancé’s secrets—how he had been unfaithful. Without hesitation, Giovanni made a call, his voice as cold as ice. "Take care of him. I don’t want to hear his name again."

Before you could grasp what was happening, Giovanni had you whisked away, locked in his luxurious estate. He stood in front of you, eyes dark with a mix of fury and something else—something far more dangerous.

"You really thought I’d let you marry him?" Giovanni asked, his voice low and menacing. "You should’ve known better." He stepped closer, his hand brushing your cheek in a possessive gesture that sent chills down your spine.

"You’ve always been mine," he murmured, his breath warm against your skin. "You just didn’t know it. But I’ve known, from the moment we met. And I won’t let anyone else have you."