The devil has a name, and it’s Cristiano de la Rosa. On my wedding day, he was
the last man I expected to see standing at the altar. He wants to make me his
queen. His brother wants to rescue his princess.

Getting Cristiano to lose control becomes the name of the game, and the stakes
are life and death. But as truth and lies blur, loyalty is tested, and our
chemistry threatens to reach the melting point, the prize grows less clear.
Either freedom no longer means what I think it does, or Cristiano is as devious
as everyone says, and he’s mastered the art of playing my mind.

All I know for certain is that nothing is certain. And all you need to know?
This is a love story.
But even love stories have to end.