Kayla Mason

I don't make mistakes. I don't do mercy. But the moment I married the wrong sister, I made both. She was only supposed to cover a shift. Now she's wearing my ring… and carrying my twins. Aria De Luca was never meant to be mine. Her sister shook hands with hell—me—then vanished. Aria stayed.

I walked down the aisle in white—ready to marry the mafia prince. I walked out the wife of his father, the king. I trembled when the ruthless monster claimed my innocence. Now I ache for the touch I was raised to fear.

Antonio The moment I tasted her, I knew one thing—she was mine. I stole her from her wedding and put a ring on her hand. But there's an ache I can't ignore—I might never have her heart. Vivienne Cole is my enemy's daughter. My perfect revenge. And now… my wife. I planned to use her as my...

She's my enemy's sister, but that only makes me want her more. Her brother sold her off, and now she belongs to me—she just doesn't know it yet. Ginevra Bianchi is nothing like the spoiled billionaire princess and politician's fiancée I thought she'd be. She doesn't bow, doesn't break, and...

They warned me no one survives the love of a scarred prince. I touched him anyway. And now I'm dead—just like they said I'd be. For years, I believed I was alone. Then I saw him again—a boy I once knew and never forgot.

It's the morning of my wedding. I don't look like the ruthless mafia boss who rules the underworld. No matter how fake this marriage might seem, by the end of the day, she'll be my wife. Until…she's gone.

Lia They dragged me through iron gates and made me kneel. "Payment," they said. To a prince who doesn't feel. Now I carry what his fiancée never will. I was taken from the only life I knew. I was nothing more than a debt. A servant in a house built on blood and secrets. They killed my father...

Raffaele She has no idea who I am. But when her fingers grazed my scar, she didn't flinch at the beast beneath. She's the girl I was born to destroy—the only one who ever looked at me like I was worth saving. The woman who died for me… ten years later. Our surnames split this city for a...