Author: belladicorte

He stole my heart out of revenge. There was one thing I always thought was mine to give: my heart. I never imagined a marauder would steal it out of vengeance—vengeance that had nothing to do with me. His greatest enemy happened to be the man in love with me, and somehow I became nothing but a pawn. I was no damsel in distress, though. More like an archer, ready to battle. And my target? The … ready to battle. And my target? The marauder himself. Cashel “Cash” Kelly. Kelly might have been as gorgeous as he was ruthless, but…

I hungered to be seen. There were three things I knew about Capo Macchiavello:He was gorgeous. He was reclusive.He was considered one of New York’s most savage animals. And he wanted me as his wife. A simple arrangement – you do for me, I do for you. Nothing owed, no expectations. Except for one: never leave. Life was never that simple, though. By the age of twenty-one, I was parentless, … though. By the age of twenty-one, I was parentless, jobless, and homeless, and I had come to learn the hard way that nothing was ever free. Even kindness comes…