She faints in a grocery store—but the mafia boss who catches her notices hidden bruises and uncovers a truth that changes everything

Inside was a sapphire ring set in platinum, the stone the exact shade of his eyes.

“Marry me,” he said. “Not as a question. As a promise.”

“Yes,” she whispered.

For seventy-two hours, they were simply happy.

Then an unknown number sent her a photograph.

It showed Allara stepping out of Nikolai’s building that morning, coffee in hand, entirely unaware she continue reading …