A widow, a husband-killer, a traitor. At eighteen, I became the wife of the heir of the Irish mafia—and half a year later I was widowed. After my husband’s death, his family decided that I should be blamed for his death. They branded me a traitor and demanded my head—serving it to them on a platter. The Irish are always known for their hot temper, and this time the cause of their anger was me. And now I have to go to the altar again—but this time, with the only man who can protect me. His last name is my guarantee of survival. He is the prince of an empire that conquered the country. Untouchable, domineering, dangerous. Gideon King is definitely not the kind of man you should deal with. He is heartless, cold, obsessed, and absolutely insane. If my husband was a monster, then Gideon is a spawn of Hell. Now I must play by his rules, or death will become a welcome release. Good thing I’ve always been a good player.