Racing My Heart to You
As the Principessa of the Falcone family, I craved danger and absolute freedom.
But on my ninety-ninth attempt to escape my arranged marriage, Vito Moretti finally caught me.
My dangerously handsome betrothed cornered me at an underground racetrack.
"No one walks away from me, Liliana," he smirked from his modified Mustang. "You're the first."
With my weakness for dangerous men, I made a life or death wager. "Beat me on the track, and I'll marry you. Lose, and you get out of my life."
Our engines roared as we tore along the cliffside road, its curves dangerously free of guardrails.
Nearing the finish line, I took a turn too fast and hurtled toward the edge.
But just inches from victory, Vito jerked his wheel. He slammed his car into mine, knocking me to safety as his own plunged into the icy bay below.
I scrambled down the cliff, terrified, and dragged his bleeding body from the water.
"I lost," he gasped, life fading from his eyes. "You're free."
My heart shattered into a million dazzling pieces as tears streamed down my face.
Startled by my reaction, Vito swore softly. "Don't cry. I'll tell our fathers the broken engagement was my choice. No one will dare lay a finger on you."
I sobbed and pressed my lips to his. "To hell with the bet, Vito Moretti. I'm marrying you!"