LOGINA dangerous deal. A ruthless husband. And a marriage that was never meant to be real… until he made it very, very real. Vivienne Carter is on the run—from her past, from her mistakes, and from the monster who once called himself her husband. With nowhere left to hide, she turns to the most dangerous man in the city and offers him a deal he can’t refuse. Marry me. Protect me. Own me. Ronan Calloway doesn’t do favors. As the brutal president of the Iron Vultures, his world is built on blood, power, and control. But when Vivienne walks into his life, desperate and reckless, he decides to keep her. His name was on her lips. His ring on her finger. His rules. His bride. The deal was supposed to be simple—no feelings, no complications. But Ronan doesn’t play fair. And when his new wife starts defying him, pushing him, begging for trouble, he decides to teach her what it really means to belong to him. Hard. Deep. Without mercy. Now, Vivienne isn’t just his wife. She’s his obsession. And when he finds out she’s carrying his baby, there’s no turning back. She can fight. She can run. But she’ll never be free. Because Ronan doesn’t share. And he’ll kill anyone who tries to take what’s his.
View MoreVivienne's POV Ronan's eyes moved slowly over the screen and I watched the muscles in his jaw tighten.He didn't say anything for several seconds and neither did Maverick. It was probably insane to think, but the silence was almost worse than the message itself.We need to talk.Alone.Ronan's thumb hovered over the screen before he lowered the phone."No."“Ronan, what?” I blinked. "You don't even know what I was going to say.""I know exactly what you're going to say." His voice was calm, too calm."You think I'm going to meet him." I folded my arms."I know you're going to think about meeting him."I opened my mouth, then closed it. Damn him.He knew me too well."I need answers." I let out instead. "You can get answers without standing in front of him alone." There was a hint of annoyance in his tone, but it wasn't directed at me. "I need to know why he's alive." My chest suddenly felt tight, and I looked away. "I know.""How he survived." I hated how my voice broke, but I
Vivienne's POV I didn't like the look on Ronan's face and not because it was angry.Anger, I understood.I'd seen Ronan furious. I'd seen the cold, terrifying stillness that settled over him when someone threatened the people he cared about.This was different.He looked like a man who had just realized the ground beneath him wasn't as solid as he'd thought.Maverick stood across from him, his arms folded over his chest, his expression equally grim and considering the fact that they were slightly chatty yesterday, this was an unwelcome surprise. "What aren't you telling me?" I looked between them.A small part of me had thought that since it was a new day since we found out Jace was digging into my past, things would be slightly better, but I was wrong. "Nothing." Ronan's eyes came to mine. I stared at him and after a couple of seconds, he sighed. "Okay. Something, but not because I want to keep you in the dark.""That's exactly what you're doing." I shot back. "I know." He sig
Ronan's POV I didn't let Vivienne out of my sight. Not after what had happened and not after seeing the way her entire world had shattered because of one photograph.Jace was dead.Or at least, he was supposed to be.Vivienne had spent years believing that. She had buried him, mourned him, and somehow forced herself to keep living after losing the man she had once loved.Now, he was standing beside Grant.Alive, and the more I thought about it, the less I believed it was a coincidence.There were too many pieces that didn't fit, too many questions, and I hated unanswered questions.Especially when they involved my wife.Vivienne sat on the edge of the couch in my office, staring down at a cup of untouched coffee.She hadn't said much since we left our room.Every few minutes, her fingers tightened around the mug, then relaxed again and honestly, I understood.She was trying to process something that shouldn't have been possible and I was trying to do the same.I wasn't sure how l
Vivienne's POV I couldn't breathe. No matter how hard I tried to force air in and out my lungs, it just didn't work out. Like that wasn't enough, I didn't even remember what had happened prior to this moment. One minute I was staring at a photograph I was sure had crawled out of hell, and the next, my feet were moving on their own accord I made it halfway down the hallway before the walls seemed to close in around me.“Jace.” The name kept repeating inside my head. “Jace.”It didn't make sense. It couldn't make sense.I pushed open the door to Ronan's room and stumbled inside, barely registering the familiar leather-and-wood scent that usually made something inside me settle.Not tonight.I shut the door behind me and leaned against it. My heart was pounding so hard it hurt and my head was whirling with a million and one thoughts all at once. Jace was dead. I knew that and I had known it for years.I'd cried over his grave, I'd stood there while they lowered the casket into the
Vivienne's POV The house learned my grief faster than I did. I told myself that I was probably overthinking and reading too much meaning into it, but the more time I spent in the house, the more the realization settled into the pit of my stomach like a heavy weight that refused to budge. The h
Ronan's POV I spoke to the doctor again because silence was eating at me. I initially wanted to talk myself out of it, I wanted to convince myself that it wasn't necessary, but the more I tried, the harder it got, and before I could yell out Maverick's name, I was already on my way to find a do
Vivienne's POV I woke up choking on air, and when I said it wasn't the best way to come around, you just had to believe me . The pain and discomfort tore into my lungs like I’d been underwater too long, my chest burning as I sucked in a sharp, panicked breath. Pain followed immediately, low,
Vivienne's POV The quiet was worse than the noise. There was no shouting, no revving chorus, and most importantly, no crowd pressing in close enough to blur the edges of my fear. I knew I should be grateful for the drastic drop in number, considering how many bikes had followed us here, but fo






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