I spent three years playing the doting wife—a survival tactic after my family was wiped out. So when he handed me divorce papers to be with *her*, I didn't cry. I walked away, finally ready to burn his world down.
I thought he was done with me. Instead, he scaled my villa wall like a madman, trapping me against the cold window.
"Bella, who gave you permission to show your back? That belongs to me."
His kiss was a punishment, savage and possessive. Yet, he still shields the woman linked to my family’s murder. It’s twisted, really. In this game of lies, is his obsession just another power play, or has the untouchable King finally found a weakness that could ruin him?