The Bishop fell from grace. Santino Rivas shed his collar, claimed Pia Moretti, and stepped into the shadows as his family's blade. But the war he survived left a fracture no confession could seal—a cracked white marble Knight, delivered to his doorstep like a death sentence. A message from the Marchese syndicate. A dead king's pact demanding blood. And the brother who must answer for it is Romeo.
Every king falls. Every bishop bleeds. Now the Knight plays—and the stakes are everything. The saga continues.
A jaded mafia heir. A forbidden boss. A friends-with-benefits deal from the wrong side of the tracks that ignites the moment he touches me.
Romeo Rivas. Reckless. Volatile. Wears a grin loaded like a gun.
I'm Nova. His dancer. Stripping to survive.
The woman who bit his lip and made him bleed before the ink dried on the deal.
I leave his office with bruises on my hips and his name branded into my skin.
This man pins me to his office door, hand on my throat, body buried inside mine, and growls, "You're mine," before he even says the terms.
Romeo wants my body. I want his money.
His fingers slide beneath my clothes.
"Who's in charge?" he asks.
But I pull him closer and watch him unravel.
Every rule shatters with his mouth between my thighs, and I stop pretending
I don't want to drown in him.
He whispers my name like it's sacred. I whisper his like a death wish.
He worships me slowly, then takes me hard, like war.
We marry in secret, defying a dead father's pact demanding marriage to a rival's daughter.
War unleashes.
Now I'm his wife. Rags to riches wrapped in a secret wedding.
But the truth rotting beneath his charm is soaked in blood.
And the enemies circling us will use it to destroy the Rivas Dynasty—and the only woman he's come to love.
The confession he's choking on could shatter everything I married him to protect.
And the secret growing inside me could change what we're fighting for.
