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I despised Dante Moretti long before he slid that ring onto my finger.
Arrogant. Controlling. The kind of boss who could ruin my day with a single clipped order.
I hated the way he spoke to me.
I hated the way he watched me more.
But walking into my hometown with his ring and watching my ex-husband’s face drain of color felt wickedly perfect.
The elders wanted to see real love before selling their land. So Dante and I lied. We played the sweet couple.
Except Dante didn’t touch me like a man pretending.
At the Christmas market, his hand slid down my spine and stopped right where it shouldn’t.
At dinner, he whispered against my ear,
“If he’s watching, spread your legs a little. Let him see who owns you now.”
I should have slapped him.
Instead, my body answered him before I could breathe.
He kissed my temple too slow and held my waist too tight. When the lights dimmed, he murmured,
“Open for me.”
“Keep your eyes on me.”
“I want you shaking for me, not for him.”
Somewhere between hating him and wanting him to wreck me, everything blurred.
Because the man who barked orders in boardrooms had me whispering his name in the dark, Christmas lights flickering over his bare shoulders while he swallowed every sound I made.
My ex wanted me broken.
Dante wanted me ruined, but only beneath him.
And the worst part was how easily I let him.
Santa didn’t bring me a miracle.
He gave me a sin in a three piece suit and I tore the wrapping off with trembling hands.

After serving three years for a crime I didn't commit, I discovered the devastating truth on my release day: Chase Grayson, my husband, had divorced and betrayed me, marrying my younger sister. Worse still, he sold me to Axel Blackwood, a powerful and feared stranger. Heartbroken and trapped in Axel's world of secrets and lies, I faced a new prison that threatened to consume me.