The DeAngelos thought they could steal what was ours. I’ll cross every boundary to make Sienna mine. Piece by piece, I will devour her until there's nothing left but me.

To the victor goes the spoils, and she is the finest prize I’ve ever claimed.

The moment the veil is lifted and I see my bride walking down the aisle toward me, her fate is sealed. There will be no mercy. No negotiations. No illusions of choice. She will make her vows, take her place at my side, and crawl willingly into the cage I built for her.

She’s temptation stitched into lace. The harder I fight the pull of her, the more fierce my obsession grips me. She’s the enemy. The spoils of a war she had no part in. Now she’s wearing my ring, warming my bed, and bound to my authority.

And I love to see her bound.

The war may be over, but the vultures continue to circle. I will burn the world to ash before I let them get their claws into her.

She’s mine.
And her complete, willing submission?
That’s the sweetest revenge of all.