I ran from the church.
He ran the underworld.
Now I wear his ring.
It started with a mistake.
A car I shouldn’t have gotten into.
A man I should’ve feared.
Damien Belmont.
Older. Colder. Unforgiving.
The kind of man who doesn’t ask twice.
He told me to get in.
Then he told me I belonged to him.
I didn’t plan to stay.
But I didn’t plan to want him either.
Now I’m no longer the bishop’s daughter.
I’m the woman who wears the devil’s name.
He gave me a house.
A gun. A wardrobe that doesn’t hide anything.
And rules I break just to see how far he’ll go.
Because Damien doesn’t love.
He owns.
And when someone threatens what’s his—
He burns the whole world down.
This is a full-length standalone dark mafia romance. No cliffhanger. High heat. Guaranteed HEA.
