Life is a maze, a colourful confusing one at that. Trapped and entranced in my books I never thought I would find a perfect man. No man was like the novels. But I was proven wrong when he stepped one morning into the crowded hallway of my High school. He was art, my dilemma. My mother's dream son. My love... But I never gathered the courage to tell him. And then, he was gone for a long, long time. Five years later, I saw him again, standing at the end of the aisle. Waiting for me. His face was dark, all the youth drained off it replaced with sculpted male features. But his gaze was fixated upon one woman. And that wasn't me, his bride, wrapped in white as I walked down the aisle. It was her; it was always her. He loves her. ******

"Can you do it, baby girl?" Drystan purrs in her ear, tattooed fingers digging into her hip, leaving bruises for her to admire later. She nods, incapable of speaking with Alexander's long fingers so deep in her throat. "So pretty," she hears Alexander praise, hazel eyes rising up to meet his forest greens in the kind of reverence that is only reserved for gods. "Will you be a good girl and let us fill you up?" His fingers leave her mouth with a pop, her teary eyes looking back at Drystan pleadingly. "Yes, please," she shakes, fingers clutching Alexander's shirt as Drystan stretches her. "Please, daddy," *

A scandal entwined with a murder mystery. An unfinished love story. The foundations of two companies tremble Under the weight of a mafia controversy. And caught in the crossfire are two sworn enemies. Damien and Serafina have been natural foes since time immemorial. Nothing-not Hell, not war, and certainly not love-has ever been strong enough to unite them. But can a contract marriage, forged to bury a scandal and salvage their companies' reputations, truly erase centuries of animosity that even a mate bond couldn't overcome?