him? It was absurd. She barely knew the man, and yet, there was somethi

," Annabel said, tryi

he surface. "I'm afraid time is a luxury we don't have, Annabel," he said, his voice

. "What do you mean, 't

intelligent, ambitious, and beautiful. You have a certain... je ne sais q

linger on her face. She couldn't deny the attraction she felt

ught and sold, Mr. Blackwood,

Oh, but you are, Annabel. You're a valuable ass

ent of Mattia's power. He was a man who saw everyt

ping with confidence. "If you agree to marry me, I'll make sure you're

Mattia's eyes. She knew that she was playing with fire, but

as walking into a trap. She knew that she needed to think carefully about her

ck in a dream. Had she agreed to marry a man she barely kn

ed with questions. What did Mattia wan

by a team of stylists and makeup artists, who worke

the woman staring back at her. She was a vision in wh

cing with anxiety. She was about to marry a man she bare

sistants buzzing around them like bees. Annabel barely had time to pro

e of trepidation. She was trapped in a marriage w

ctricity. A spark that made her wonder if she was in over her head, or

water and guests mingling like they were at a royal wedding. An

t help but feel like an imposter. She did

nd more anxious. She was trapped in a marriage with a man

traction. A spark that made her wonder if she was making a mista

l felt like she was floating on air. She was trapped in a wh

r the ride of her life. She was married to a man who was as ruthless

nabel found herself gett