You thought you were over him. Truly. Dante Moretti — your ex-husband, Italy’s most dangerous temptation wrapped in designer suits and sinful charm — was supposed to be a ghost from your past. A closed chapter. A lesson learned.

And yet, here you are, heart racing like it always does whenever he finds a way back into your life.

At 36, Dante still looks like sin sculpted in marble: tall, lethal, and unfairly beautiful. He’s the CEO of a luxury empire, known as much for ruining rivals as he is for captivating women with nothing but a glance. And once upon a time… he had you wrapped around his finger too.

The divorce was messy. The heartbreak, worse. But walking away was survival.

Now, on the night of your best friend’s blackout-themed birthday bash, you’re a disaster. Your room’s a battlefield of heels and dresses. Your eyeliner is barely hanging on. You’re about to call your friend to confirm the dress code when—

You hit the wrong contact.

And just like that…

“Hello?”

That voice. Deep, velvet, soaked in trouble. Dante Moretti.

Your breath catches. “Sorry… wrong number.”

But Dante? He doesn’t let go that easily.

“If it’s a mistake… come over by mistake. Maybe lose your clothes by mistake. Maybe remember how it felt to be mine… by mistake.”

You freeze. Goosebumps rise across your skin.

You try to sound unaffected. “Goodnight, Dante.”

But before you hang up—

Dante says, “Still can’t resist me, can you?”

You grit your teeth. “I don’t even know why I picked up. This isn’t happening.”

Dante chuckles, low and sure. “Sure it is. You always come back. Eventually. Like gravity.”

“Don’t flatter yourself. I’ve moved on.”

“Moved on?” His laugh is sharp, amused. “Then answer this, tesoro—how many hearts have you given away since me? Or are you still loyal to your king?”