Kingdoms of Sin

I was naïve to think my marriage to Luka Catano might work. I was infatuated with him from afar... Until I met him. He loved the challenge of his next conquest, anyone would do... Except me. A wife was never something he wanted. Torturous was not a strong enough word to describe how I felt when I was in a room with Luka. Besides hating nearly every word that came out of his mouth, I also drowned with lust every time I looked at him. At times I thought he might feel the same. But nothing prepared me for what his family would make me become.

The pain I felt as my childhood love rejected me, again and again, after promising me the world when we were kids... Well, it just wouldn’t go away. No matter how hard I tried. Desperate times called for desperate measures, and I never wanted to be considered desperate, but I knew if something didn’t change soon, I’d lose Elias for good and die of a broken heart. No one told me how many times my heart could break in the process.

I never wanted to be a royal. I could leave that to my older brother and sister and be happy. I'd rather see the world, experience life with unjaded eyes, and meet people who liked me based on something other than their expectations. Gentry Barrington saw exactly who I was the first time we met, the real me. My title wasn't part of the equation.

I was raised to be Jadon Safrin’s enemy. My father was the king of Alidonia and wanted to rule all of the kingdoms, which meant trouble for Jadon when he became king of Farrow. When war threatened to break out between our countries and I met Jadon face-to-face, I realized I could become his greatest weakness. I could either do the right thing, or I could let him crash and burn, paving the way for my family to get their greatest wish. But I’d never met a man like Jadon, pure of heart and unparalleled bravery.