He didn't ask me to become his bride, someone else did. It became an offer I couldn't refuse.

Down and out. Broke. Two cents to my name. That was my life. A waitress. A store clerk. A struggling actor. Three jobs and I still couldn't pay my bills or take care of my terminally ill mother. I prayed for an intervention. It came in the way of a multimillion dollar offer. All I had to do was to marry a man I didn't know. With no other choice, i agreed.

Little did I know my betrothed as the powerful and very dangerous prince of a ruthless mafia family out of Kansas City. Daniel Thorn was as seductive and handsome as he was deadly. My heart fluttered every time I looked into his piercing eyes. Although our marriage was a lie, it didn't stop the eruption or passion or his requirement I surrender to his every need. Even as I lay quivering under the weight of his chiseled body, sore and wet from the strike of his belt, I was fearful he'd learn the truth.

And he did.

Now, the merciless man was determined I would pay for my sins. With giving him my body, my should. And my heart.