His Body Craved Mine, His Heart Chose Me
My marriage to Dante Moretti shocked everyone.
I’ve got a fiery temper and I don’t back down. Three years into our marriage, the entire Chicago underworld knew we were at each other's throats.
Except in bed.
There, our bodies just fit. The only time we weren't at war was when we were tangled in the sheets, lost in a storm of desperate kisses and raw pleasure.
Countless times, he’d tell me he was obsessed with my body, always right as he was sinking into me.
I thought it was his way of saying he was falling for me.
That all came crashing down at an auction, when he snatched my mother's heirloom from me, only to give it to her—a fragile-looking girl named Ava.
That’s when he showed me a cruelty I’d never seen.
"It's time for a reality check, Elara," he’d said, his voice cold as ice. "Marrying you, fucking you… it was all just to keep the peace between our families. Ava is the one I want to protect."
But the day I finally left Chicago, the day I announced our divorce to the world…
That cold, calculating Mafia Don hunted for me like a man possessed.