Sinful Temptation

On my engagement night, I stumbled into the wrong bedroom — and woke up tangled in silk with my fiancé’s nephew.​ At dawn, he twists my lost diamond anklet between his fingers, blackmailing me with my father’s death warrant to be his blade against the polished new Don.​ I once thought marrying into the mafia was a bargain to save my family. Until I overheard the truth through a hidden wall: my father didn’t fail. He knew too much about the usurper’s bloody secret, and Edward buried him alive.​ The obedient bride is a mask. The trembling prey is a lie.​ I lean into the crippled heir’s chest for his dark power, take my ex-lover’s hand for his legal proof, and shatter my ring at the white rose altar, burying the graceful Don under his own scandals and blood debts.​ When the dust settles, they corner me in the shadowed hallway.​ One breathes smoke against my ear, promising we’ll fall into the abyss together.​ One brushes his lips to my knuckles, whispering we’ll walk into the light side by side.​ I hold the knife. I’ve won the revenge.​ I just haven’t decided whose door I’ll knock on tonight.