Most women would be thrilled to marry Alexander Russo — powerful, dangerous, and devastatingly handsome.
To them, he’s a dream.
But I’m not most women.
I don’t look the part. I don’t act the part. And I was never what he wanted. He made that clear — with every threat, every cruel word, every calculated move to break me.
Now the truth about who he really is has shattered the last of my illusions.
If I want to survive, I have no choice but to fight.
For once in my life, I want control. I want freedom.
And if my story ends, it won’t be in his hands.
It’ll be on my terms.