Sold To The Devil: Escaping My Ruthless Husband

I was standing in the center of the gallery, holding a glass of expensive champagne, when the screens behind me flickered and my life ended.

It was supposed to be an art unveiling, but the monitors shifted to fake footage of me handing evidence to the FBI.

My fiancé, Ethan, looked at me like I was a sick dog that needed to be put down.

My father slapped me across the face in front of everyone, disowning me to save his own skin.

That was when Luca Vitti, the city’s most dangerous man, stepped in.

He cleared the room and took my hand.

I thought he was saving me.