Reborn into a powerful prime minister’s family, a top-tier assassin from the 21st century expects nothing more than a quiet, uneventful life—until she is forced into an arranged marriage with a rumored crippled warlord. But behind his frail facade lies a dangerously formidable man whose obsessive devotion knows no bounds. As court intrigues, hidden enemies, and deadly conspiracies unfold, she must rely on her lethal skills to survive—only to discover that her mysterious husband is always one step ahead, fiercely protective and terrifyingly possessive. In a world of power and deception, their союз becomes both her greatest shield and her most dangerous temptation.

Elara Vance, the most powerful Rune-Crafter in the city, has a shattered soul-core. With days left to live, she begs her husband, Mage Lord Kaelen Thorne, for the Sun-Tear relic. Instead, he gifts it to Elara's delicate, 'powerless' cousin, Seraphina. Exhausted by a lifetime of being called too ambitious and cold, Elara stops fighting. She drinks a forbidden potion that masks her pain but accelerates her death, and spends her final five days signing away her Guild, her wealth, and her marriage. They think she's finally learning her place. They don't know she's leaving behind memory-crystals that will prove Seraphina poisoned her—and that their apologies will be delivered to a gravestone.

Three years ago, I made Lorenzo Greco an Underboss when I married him. Last night, I caught him slipping our family's diamond crown onto another woman's neck — a woman thirty-two weeks pregnant with the child I was told I could never have. He thought a Mafia princess wouldn't notice the wires he'd cut, the transfers he'd buried, or the daily poison in her morning espresso. But Salvatore women don't divorce traitors. We bury them. As Lorenzo's financial empire collapses and his secret mistress uncovers the dark truth of her own bloodline, the powerful heir my father intended for me to marry returns to claim my side. Lorenzo wanted a son; I'm giving him a funeral.

My boyfriend drugged me and sold me to cover his debt. I escaped straight into the arms of Roman DeLuca—the Mafia Godfather he feared most—and spent one reckless night with the man who gave me something my ex never did: a choice. Eight weeks later, I was pregnant, framed for stolen drugs and charity money, and watching my career collapse overnight. Then the evidence pointed somewhere worse: my ex wasn’t working alone. His secret fiancée wanted me ruined, someone inside Roman’s organization was feeding them access, and my unborn child had become their newest bargaining chip. They thought Roman would pay any price to get us back. They forgot to ask what I would do when I finally stopped being anyone’s currency.

For three years, Sharon loved Andrew unconditionally, enduring his frequent absences and constant devotion to Rebecca—the pregnant widow of his late army buddy. Sharon believed in Andrew’s honor, until she discovered the truth: a secret apartment, intimate affection, and a full-month celebration banquet for Rebecca’s newborn that Andrew hosted behind her back. Pregnant with his child, Sharon decides she is done playing the dutiful wife. Without a scene or a fight, she quietly prepares her exit, signs the divorce papers, and immigrates abroad with her powerful family’s backing. When Andrew finally realizes Sharon is gone, his world shatters—but Sharon is no longer the naive girl who waited for him in the dark.

For three years, I was Julian’s secret ghost-chef. I perfected his menus in the shadows while he basked in Michelin stars. When he announced his engagement to a vicious socialite using our private anniversary dish, I stayed silent. When she burned my hands and he rushed to check her designer dress, I walked away. What Julian doesn't know is that I’m not just a lowly sous-chef—I’m the Vance hospitality heiress. And my new fiancé is about to buy Julian’s entire empire.