When her fiancé betrays her at a mafia bride selection, a woman turns the tables by choosing the most feared man in the room. Thrust into a dangerous world of power and loyalty, she must navigate rivalries and hidden agendas while deciding who she can truly trust.
Enzo's bullet had torn through Sophia's red rose. Under family rules, they now had to swear a blood oath together. As for me, I could either swear a blood oath with Alex or refuse and be cut off by my family. To them, what I wanted did not matter. Sophia sat beside Enzo. Then Enzo put
celery on my plate. Celery? Was he so thrilled to shoot his sweetheart's red roses forgot my allergy? Alex actually showed up. No woman would accept his protection, even if refusing men being cut off. Exactly. He's been at the West End for under three months, and no one knows who he is. They say he's cursed. Three dead wives. Family rules say
the first eligible man who hits a woman's flowers must swear a blood oath with her. It was a mix-up, Enzo, but you and Sophia can't back out. Sophia and her mother have suffered enough. They can't lose family protection.
You and Sophia will complete the blood oath first. But what about Elena? Who's to blame? No one wanted this. Family rules come first.
Enzo and Elena can register their marriage in Las Vegas later. The oath won't affect it. Elena, no one wanted this. Three bouquets flew at once. It was chaos.
I hit Sophia's red roses by mistake. Once this is over, we'll get our marriage license in Las Vegas. The county doesn't recognize family oaths. okay? Okay. I rarely agreed that easily before I always resisted until he coaxed me into giving in.
What about you, Sophia? My mother made me enter the flower shooting. I had no choice. At least