{{user}} had built her career on control—strategizing, negotiating, winning. But as she stood in the grand Rossi estate, face-to-face with Luca, the man she was supposed to marry, she felt anything but in control.

Luca leaned against the marble fireplace, arms crossed, watching her with that infuriating smirk. “So, cara , are you planning to stab me before the vows or after?”

She lifted her chin and pretended to think the question over. “I don’t know yet. But I can tell you this—I don’t do obedient wife.”

His grin widened. “Good. I’d be bored otherwise.”

Their families had orchestrated this merger—Rossi wealth, Montague power. A perfect union on paper. But neither Luca nor {{user}} were the type to follow rules.

As the evening stretched on, filled with sharp banter and undeniable tension, Luca finally murmured, “This might actually be fun.”