Bellanti Brothers

I was sold to him to settle a debt...but Dante Bellanti never settles. My father was always a gambling man. Unfortunately, he never could pick winners. When the wolves closed in, he chose himself, like always. He traded his freedom...for mine. He forced me to marry.Now, Dante Bellanti owns my body. I’m just another possession for a man who already has too much. So I won’t let him have my heart. But you know what they say about gambling. The house always wins. And I’m at the mercy of the Bellantis.

My husband isn’t a gentle man. And God knows he isn’t the sharing type. Rico’s announcement has dropped a bomb into my marriage. I never thought I’d see Rico again. Never thought Dante would ever have to know. Seeing the way he looks at me now, as though I’m just another problem to be handled? It’s breaking my heart.

I’ve always been a foolish girl. I should have learned my lesson the first time a man betrayed me. It hurt when Rico abandoned me. My father’s deal was agony. Dante’s betrayal...it might kill me. And there’s nothing I can do. He’s not the kind of man who takes orders from his wife. And he’ll never let me leave. There’s nowhere I can go that he won’t find me. My father forced me to marry him. Dante made me love him. It’s my turn to show them all what a Bellanti woman is....

In this valley, my family name means something. To some, protection. To others, destruction. When a Bellanti stole my heart, he started a war. A ring on my finger put a target on his back. I hardly know the man I threw my life away for. He looked like I imagined Mr. Darcy would. He wrote me poetry. But he’s locked me away exactly the way my uncle had. Choosing him was my last taste of freedom. Out of the frying pan and into the fire. He will burn me alive either way.

I wanted a hero, a white knight who would fight for me. Marco fights for his family, for his honor.... He doesn’t fight for love. But my traitorous body still yearns for him. Still responds to the sound of his voice, the memories of our long nights together. I fell in love with a man who doesn’t exist, and I damned us all when I did. God help me, I’d still choose Marco Bellanti all over again.

My life was planned for me, down to the smallest detail. I was to be a gift for a man loyal to my uncle, a pretty little prize. When I ran away, I did it for love. I should have known my uncle would never allow it. They say all’s fair in love and war, but sometimes they’re the same thing. And nothing about this is fair. I should be a happy newlywed, burning dinner and stealing kisses. Instead, I’m a pawn for powerful men to fight over. But they’ve underestimated my husband.