Three months ago, I ran from the most dangerous man in the city.
I thought I escaped.
I was wrong.
Julian Vance—billionaire, mafia king, and the man who ruined me—has finally found me.
Now I'm fourteen weeks pregnant with his child.
He puts a diamond ring on my finger before I can run.
Locks me inside his mansion.
Calls me his future wife.
His enemies want me dead.
His allies want to steal his empire.
And Julian?
Julian wants only one thing.
Me.
"I already lost my heir once," he whispers, his hand resting on my stomach.
"I'll burn the world before I lose you too."
I should hate him.
I should run.
So why does every heartbeat drag me closer to the devil I can never escape?