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I was eighteen when I found out my family had promised me in marriage before I was even born. My husband? Kane Devero. Twenty years old. Tattooed. Cold. Ruthless. And already engaged to someone else. If I refuse the marriage, my family loses everything. If Kane refuses, our families go to war. So I make him a promise: “I’ll make this marriage a living hell.” I thought Kane would hate me. I was right. What I didn’t expect was for his hatred to turn into jealousy… Then obsession. And when I finally discovered why our families were so desperate to make us marry, I realized the marriage wasn’t meant to bring our families together. It was meant to keep a secret buried.