Francesca Rossi was raised to hate Dante Moretti. He was the enemy. The Reaper. The ruthless heir to the bloodline responsible for decades of war, betrayal, and graves with her family name carved into stone. So when the Vane Syndicate demands peace through marriage, Frankie is handed to Dante like a sacrifice dressed in white silk. But she refuses to be anyone's offering. With a dagger strapped beneath her wedding gown and hatred burning hotter than fear, Frankie enters Blackthorne Estate determined to survive her husband, destroy his control, and never let him see her break. Dante Moretti does not want a wife. Especially not a Rossi. To him, Francesca is a liability, a captive princess with a sharp tongue, violent eyes, and too many knives hidden where his men cannot find them. Their marriage is supposed to be a treaty. A performance. A blood vow meant to keep their families from destroying each other. But forced proximity has a way of turning hatred into obsession. Every glare becomes a challenge. Every threat becomes foreplay. Every wound becomes a reason to touch. And when an outside enemy dares to put their hands on Frankie, Dante finally understands the truth. She was never his prisoner. She was his. Now the underworld will learn what happens when someone touches the Reaper's wife. Because Dante Moretti may have married Francesca Rossi for peace... But he will burn the world for love.