Princess of the Mafia

He should have married my sister, but he picked me. Didn’t he know I didn’t want to be tied to a made man?

Daria

In the blink of an eye, I was standing in a white dress with a ring on my hand that bound me to him. He made a mistake because I never wanted a man—especially one like him. One who would own me, rule me and degrade me like the gum beneath his shoes. For this alone I would never give him my heart. The only thing that was mine.

Lorenzo

I saw her, and I chose her. I had my reasons, but desire underscored them. She didn’t want to be owned by me. The funny thing was she thought it was a choice. She should have known it wasn’t. For either one of us.

All Daria could do was wait in trepidation till he let her down. All the men in her life were the same. Would Lorenzo be the one to break the mold?