I’m locked in a cage in my wedding dress.
How did I end up here?
Three days ago, I was a normal girl living a normal life.
My adoptive parents came over to my apartment for dinner, just like they do every week.
But this time, they brought bombshells.
They tell me I’m not who they said I was.
And all those dance lessons, those etiquette classes? They weren’t just for show.
They were to groom me.
To mold me into what I’m about to become.
The forced wife of a don.
Then, with my jaw on the floor, they opened the door and let the nightmares in.
My new husband doesn’t love me—he makes that clear the moment we meet.
I’m trapped in his world for one purpose and one purpose only:
To be his wife and have his babies.
Running won’t help.
Crying won’t help.
The only thing that will?
Submitting.
