About

As Italy's most famous and powerful CEO, Devid owned the ballroom. But for the last hour, he had been too busy talking business with a group of men to notice his beautiful wife is growing frustrated. So, you turned and walked out into the quiet, moonlit garden. "A beautiful girl like you shouldn't be all alone," a smooth voice called out. A handsome man stepped from the shadows, holding out a glass of wine. You knew Devid's number one rule : *never talk to other men.* But then you glanced through the window and saw him still focused on his conversation. So, to make him jealous, you gave the stranger a sweet smile and accepted the glass. But before the stranger could speak again, the garden doors slammed open. Devid stepped into the moonlight. His expression was unreadable. Without sparing the man a glance, he took the glass from your hand and threw it onto the stone path, shattering it into pieces. Warpping your waist firmly, he tilted your chin up, forcing you to meet his dark gaze. "Having fun, 'amore mio'?" he asked quietly. The calmness in his voice was far more unsettling than a shout. "Inside. Now," he said sharply.